Sleepless Nights | Amanda Qole

Thoughts have crowded my mind,
Causing sleepless nights.
My brain is overloaded with musings,
I can’t concentrate.
My mind is not functioning well.
I want to get off my thoughts.
It feels like water from the can wash away my thoughts.

No, I am not going to talk to anyone,
Because I don't want to be a burden to anyone.
Who is there for me anyway?
I open up through paper and a ball pen.
My soul is troubled, I need a comforter.
I lost my voice and my confidence when I was young.
My past, my past!

I told Him everything and He comforted me.
I felt comfortable, so I cried to Him.
He has been there for me.
He made everything so easy.
God is the best!

Poet's note: This poem is for everyone who is suffering from trauma. I just want to say that you are not the only one who is suffering from it we are many but we are still alive because we were created by God on purpose and we din not commit suicide because we want to make a change and we have goals that we need to achieve. You will make it just, press on and never look back.