Skip to main content Skip to footer In the midst of my authority, I feel powerless. In the illusion of my composure, I am broken. It is all a facade: I am vulnerable.
The Burden Unseen
It is an essence of existence to evolve and be progressive in being competitive to the growing competition of character, ability and adaptability. There’s a lot of gaps to fill and a lot of skills to be learned. Idleness is a casualty and the immense pressure if mishandled is starting to be a handicap.
But reality is, if the crevice is left unbridged, people will fall. People with us and on the other side will feel the void and slowly, there will be cease of communication which is a key element to success of our collaboration.
The Empty Throne
Responsibility is not my forte but it is a necessity. The company is growing and there are things left to be handled with no one taking initiative. The opportunity is a challenge, but I took it, with a wanderlust heart to serve.
I am no royal blood, my skill set is not for in command. It is a need more than a want, which has been a recurring instance in my life: I am made as an adaptable. This is a gift I guess, but a crown will always follow threat against mind and spirit.
The Shambles of Gold
Here I am, with increased capacity of tasks focus set onto progress and growth but inside me I am chaos. I am in fear, loss and disarray. I hold my ground, I need to, because the foundations of this wonder was set, and this gift is only given to a few, it is not mine or my purpose to lose.
I feel alone, there may be people to spectate my poise but none to feel the carry my purpose weighs. I’m tired, toiled and failing.
A Pauper of Purpose
My emotions fail me: I know I feel as if, but I know I am not. God is with me. I am convinced my emotions overflow with reason: If I cannot handle myself now what is my capability to handle my future? There is more to come, much worse and much better.
I am vulnerable, and the siege is about to begin. I am the wall, I am the offensive and I am the war. My victory is my loss and my devastation is my triumph.
My soul begs for reason.
I need God, His wisdom and His strength.
