Grace Blessed This Mess

Who am I really?

Am I just the girl from that poor country?

The fat one? The short thick one?

The girl who can't speak English properly?

The smart yet stupid one?

Labels upon Labels!

Names upon names!

They called me what they wanted

They treated me as they please

They said I am simply a mess

A nobody trying to fit in.

I believed it all!

I doubted myself!

I didn't believe the good that was being said,

because i was so consumed by the bad.

The poison that was being fed to me

manifested itself into something greater.

It became part of me as the symptoms creeped in

Low self esteem, depression, isolation and more.

I lost faith

Reached the end and was ready to give in.

All I wanted was change

to be whole again

Free from this mess.

I didn't want to question purpose, I wanted to find it

I didn't want to escape, I wanted to fight for my life

So I begged and begged God to show me how

To help me be who I needed to be.

And there came the voice

The light that overpowered my darkness

The hand that picked me up and dusted it all off

Gave me a song

Words to speak

And a story to tell

Grace blessed this mess!