Many days, I love a dark, cozy room.
A space where I’m naked and unashamed in the darkness ‘cuz my soul embraces and is one with it.
In this dark room, every part of me is alert and alive.
I don’t fear the dark – I’ve had some dark days and I’ve learned to simply enjoy the ride.
Windows and doors closed, curtains drawn; it’s just me and my thoughts and my God alone
but not lonely; content and happy in a way – crying but knowing better days are coming.
Allowing me to feel every emotion;
I’d say, I mourn the child in this woman’s body that didn’t have the chance to grow
or I’d say, I grieve the loss of a piece of my soul that I’ve been robbed of
or I’d say, I’m singing worship and casting my burdens unto my Lord, for he’s my strength, my rock, my fortress, my safe haven and more.
On days like these, I understand why people say ”God gives the toughest battles to his strongest soldiers “
and I’m left wondering, ”Am I truly strong or do I pretend to be?”
Like you, maybe I pretend to be tough in this tough world, ‘cuz the gods of this world feed on the fears of our souls and plan to rob us of our peace, joy, confidence and life.
Knowing this, we barricade ourselves with smiles, shining faces, an outfit as armor and we’re ready to battle.
Battle on this journey called life because it’s a sunny day and I’m having rainy thoughts.
Authored by: Precious Cooper
Featured Image by: Laura Barbato on Unsplash
