Who's Me?

These waters never fail to flow incessantly down those hot, flustered cheeks.
These days, have not been one of the best.

Everything is not going well.

How do I find that me, who delights in all that I do?
I am faithless.
I am weak.
I am powerless.
I need your POWER to REST on ME!

Everything is painful.

I never thought working would be so displeasing.
Even at work, I am faced with challenges and stumbling blocks that tear me apart.
They make me question myself, me.

I never thought the me at home builds a fortress around myself.
Everyday at home just makes me indignant, and sucked.
I want my space; my comfort zone.

I never thought moving on was so tedious.
Letting go of some pasts seems entirely harder than removing superglue from my fingers.
And what's ahead, just remains clearly bleak, and aimless; completely unpredictable.
But one thing I know, it is not going to be easy.

Lift your head high, walk on. Do not fear.
Remember that Faith. Just that little bit.
Rely.

The Unpredictable

I am writing my book of life, not knowing how to pen the next line.
And the effort to secrete more brain juices to find out the solution just erupts my tear ducts.
This portion of my book certainly isn't the most exciting; neither its climax.
It is, instead, the most mundane scene.
One that perhaps is full of dialogues, thoughts, and repetitive events which is followed by a myriad of questions that remain unanswered.

I don't know how to quit these feelings.
I don't know how not to worry.
I may not even know how to move on.

I am waiting for the true author to tell me how to write on.

where is the faith?!