She cried out in desperation
In a voice only the heavens could understand
How am I supposed to feed my child in this financial declination
If what comes in goes back out to this world of desensitization and starvation
How am I to seize this stress and live my life if all we see is greed and death
How am I to be a woman to my loving husband and soulful children
if I seem to not be able to satisfy not even myself?
She lost her breath after all she expressed
All that was bottling up within & under her flesh
She fell onto her knees
This time she cries out louder
Before she could finish her sentence
She heard the loudest thunder and a voice that shook the walls of her body
A voice that does not leave you in wonder
A voice that said…
It’s as though you’ve forgotten who you are speaking to
When have I not been around to feed you?
When have I abandoned you?
Are you not my lamb and I the Shepard?
This is but a test of roaring waters and desert storms,
a garden of bushes with the spikiest thorns.
Youve made it past worse and this times no different
You won’t give up, that is the mission
I have guided & protected you
even from A distance
This will be another lesson you live to share with those who listen.
— Samantha Mia