My journey to Damascus
Was alive yet was dead in sin
Kinda clothed but naked
Tend to be full yet with an empty spirit
Seeing myself in a reflective mirror,
Pleading for death,
Questioning about my identity
Am I not a living being?
Ugliness was my beauty
With questions so deep,
Blaming my own... why she gave birth to me?
Like four cardinal points, trouble was everywhere.

The journey continued....
Persecuted his Holy Name
Mocked the Sacred Name of the Most High
Suicidal thoughts filled me up to the brim
Tried to end this life, but wasn't successful
Looked for other...