Grey Saint Poem by Ekeh Peace

She wears a dress, a whispered shame,
A church girl lost, a faith to reclaim.
Today's praise, tomorrow's doubt,
But who's to say what's real, what's without?

A good girl, bad girl, saint or sin,
I know her, or so I think within.
But no one sees the scars I hide,
The good I've done, when I had no pride.

I've reasons to be bitter, cruel too,
But I smile to heal the wounds anew.
They ask why I'm not afraid to fall,
But you can't kill what's dead to self, that's all.

I've trusted the unworthy, made mistakes,
Given chances, though they didn't partake.
Trauma's pain, they don't understand,
It takes one who feels to touch the scarred hand.

Yet still I rise, a smile I wear,
For others' joy, I show love I don't receive.
I give my best, though I've been through hell,
A Christ-like heart, though I'm not well.

I'm no saint, just human, flawed and grey,
Working on myself, praying every day.
Prayer is the key, it keeps me strong,
Helping others, where I don't belong 💔

Written by ©Ekeh Peace