Psalm 118:8
"Be careful with the downward spiral thing," she was told, after her cry for help became etched black on white paper. All for a grade. Words like a cat of nine tails ripping across her face. Welcome to the world, baby girl. That's life. Confessions reverberating off the walls are hidden behind these red veils from her tongue. Twisting words so they don't offend. So her pain doesn't create discomfort. They could mean anything, anything less than these drum rolls. Looking up to the sun, warming her face, but her veins are still frozen in time holding her breath until she gets a sign that she can exhale a sign that it's okay and not inconvenient. she's too loud. /It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in man