My story is my testimony. I tell my story as a witness and example of God’s love as it abounds in this world. My faith can provide hope and witness to the Gospel of the Christ, Jesus. I tell my story because it was my struggle, it was my fight, it was my gift. God did not have me experience these things so that I may be blessed, but so that I may bring witness to God’s blessings.
During the D.C. trip QuiQue Aviles said, “No one is going to sing your song for you so you have to sing it for yourself. Sometimes you have to write it. If you’ve got something to say, figure out a way to say it.” This is the poem that I wrote during his time with us.
“I was 15”
I was 15.
I walk into the room,
my mother
a hospital bed
a machine
another one
I was 15.
I stand beside the bed,
no strength
no movement
no breath
no life
I was 15.
My father had asked us,
keep her alive
allow her to die
uncomfortable silence
I answer
I was 15.
My father tells me “she’s gone”
I smile
there’s peace
there’s comfort
there’s God
I was 15.
I sit beside the bed
its okay
I say
for her
for me
I was 15.
Others come in the room,
they hug
I leave
they cry
I smile
I was 15.
During the D.C. trip QuiQue Aviles said, “No one is going to sing your song for you so you have to sing it for yourself. Sometimes you have to write it. If you’ve got something to say, figure out a way to say it.” This is the poem that I wrote during his time with us.
“I was 15”
I was 15.
I walk into the room,
my mother
a hospital bed
a machine
another one
I was 15.
I stand beside the bed,
no strength
no movement
no breath
no life
I was 15.
My father had asked us,
keep her alive
allow her to die
uncomfortable silence
I answer
I was 15.
My father tells me “she’s gone”
I smile
there’s peace
there’s comfort
there’s God
I was 15.
I sit beside the bed
its okay
I say
for her
for me
I was 15.
Others come in the room,
they hug
I leave
they cry
I smile
I was 15.
As always…
In Christ,
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