I drill my fist through the Earth’s core. My tears can fill
the ocean. My sorrow can make a crowd step off of a building like a
herd of sheep. My happiness will make you explode as your flesh
cannot contain its sunshine. My fatigue can make you drop in the middle of your activities, but my energy will make you think you’re on drugs. My guilt can make you wish you were dead, though my past will make you glad you aren’t. My future will leave you wondering, but I know my God has already written it, and if I can survive, so can you.