The struggle

 Who am I

I’m still meeting me

These past few years

Are still teaching me

That all the money

And fame 

Might bring attention

But seeking attention

For attention’s sake

Will leave one

With a lonely heart

A starved soul

A warped mind

And a lost sense of self

The numbers on this blog

Leave me speechless each day

Because too often

I’ve let the world

Determine my worth

And when that happens

Turmoil erupts

Like angered volcanoes

I don’t know

Much

But I know this

I must trust God

Over everything else

Even if 

Even when

It’s an hourly struggle