I am unsure how I am this way, like water.
The movement of my life is the nature of a river.
Or lake some days.
This week I am like a current in the Pacific Ocean. Swift, strong; precise.
I know many women and men have lived like me. With words of hot venom.
I still wander upon why God loves me or chose me…. I’m like Jonah.
Here I still am. Inspired, unbothered, and aware.
Selfish. Self centers. Egocentric or whatever.
Heal me, Oh God! Hear me.