How I Know I Am Me

Excuse the very silly title, this is an essay I wrote for a job application. Posted here because I’m too lazy to write an original post now:

Shattered glass covers the floor as she looks at the blood flowing down her hand. The pain doesn’t feel real, it seems too theatrical to be part of the life of an ordinary girl. She reaches for the bandage that she had readily waiting and clothed her naked bloodstained hand in the skilled way she had practiced. While she walks over to her bed, which has become her solace in last few weeks, she feels the eyes of the photographs on the wall staring her down. The smiles that so many times used to comfort her now seem posed and fake, a cover-up for people’s true feelings.

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I Will Wait For You – Janette Ikz

I came across this spoken word poem by Janette Ikz last week when I was doing research for a talk I’m doing at my youth group about waiting for the right guy.

This poem showed me how wrong I have been doing things. And how important it is to wait for the right one instead of wasting your time with those that are just going to break your heart. Or in my case, God probably had someone in mind for me who likes me back (that might be a hint).