Tsakpa Junior
Nov 2 · 2 min read

Identity

He spoke from the garden of my heart
And he said, it was for this single reason he had loved me
That he hasn’t seen something so broken and beautiful.
He told me on days I am confused about who I am;

I should remember "I am loved".


I confuse myself with my iniquities
Some days, I feel like light
I float through life on these days

On those days I feel light
Nothing weighs me down
Nothing stands in my way

So I am bold and I stand in front of my maker
The one who molded me
I believe without a doubt, I rest in the hollow of his hands.
I am reassured, because light surrounds me

But there are days I come bearing offerings of sorrow
While he beckons on me to come
I hide my self with leaves of self righteousness
I try to do all my works to make myself approved
Afraid that he might see my state of complete nakedness and refuse me

On days like this it is hard to see myself through the lens of his love and approval.
I hold on to the images of me in my head
And I am confused because if he said he loves me then why do I fall and falter.

He spoke from the garden of my heart
And he said, it was for this single reason he had loved me
That he hasn’t seen something so broken and beautiful.
He told me on days I am confused about who I am;
I should remember "I am loved".

    Tsakpa Junior

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