STUFF TO SAY💫

Being misjudged/ misunderstood is, in my books, one of the cruelest forms of torture.
If every misunderstanding earned me a dime, I’d be sitting on a fortune. Thriving in fortune because it just keeps happening,
and I find it rather revolting!

Worse? There’s no justification for the accusatory libel and all the malicious calumny I occassionally shoulder.
It’s bad enough that I battle this all alone.
I have shed real tears for years in prayer because of it,
and while it is tough,
the silence I get in return for my supplication is more agonizing.

I should not blame the loving God I know.
His consistently proven character and His integrity I can’t dare question,
because I am certain He is genuine and true—
and yet, that does not reduce my pain in the slightest.
Regardless.

So then when?
When will the defense come?
Without a doubt, I am with flaws,
multiple all at once.
I’m also aware no one is beyond redemption,
and that every day is a day to aim higher in all aspects.
All that said, I am eager for my circle of genuine, loving reciprocators.
I am also beseechingly hopeful for light at the end—perhaps even before the tunnel’s end.

Later Legend!