Sept. 8 : confession

Hey, Monday Sept. 8 I wanted to write a poem, an essay, anything, something but I couldn't just find the right words. I couldn't continue the poem I intended to write today, nothing was coming into my head so I thought let me tell you about a confession perhaps this might be poetic to you. 

My name? Jesunifemi or you can just be fine with Helen. So why did I start writing poems? Anger, yes it was anger. I remember I wanted to get rid of it so strongly, it broke me and poetry was my first channel.
I wrote aggressively it didn't have to make sense it was just big enough to contain all of it. Guess what, it healed me. So it felt like that messenger God sent to rid me of my devils. I'm grateful, the roughest parts of me have become fine, I adore them myself. Poetry did this. ... Yeah poetry & God. I want you to give God a chance in your world if you are yet to. His love rebuilds and fills all of those cracks and loopholes. & He might heal you,with poetry or something more magical.

Love,
Helen 
PS "Jesunifemi in my language means " "Jesus loves me."


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