If it had been a
conscious thought,
I would have fought
it and chosen the truth:
God chooses the
least qualified so
He gets the glory.
I do not have to
measure up.
But I had not
even noticed
what was happening
until the lie
pulled me into
a spiral and my
body revealed
the anxiety that
had set me
spinning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem