Who are you really afraid of?

I am afraid of who I am.
Fear has made me that way.
I’m frightened to say who I am.
Terrified to believe I am able.

Negativity crowds my mind like dumb crazy.

“They’re gonna think you’re stupid.”
“You’re an imposter.”
“Who do you think you are”

IM D R O W N I N G.

Words not from God tryna anchor my soul in this ocean of regret.

B R E A T H E P, sheesh.

Nobody matters in this moment.
What God says is final.
And the gift you have he put in you and wants to be glorified through you.

maybe you need to sit with Him for awhile.
Let God wash you clean of all the filthy things you think of yourself.
And rebuke them whenever they try to breathe again.

B R E A T H E P

You are not the author of time.
Stop worrying that time is wasting away.

You didn’t miss your moment.
You’re right where you’re supposed to be.
Sheesh girl, you’re scaring me