I tried placing my worth in your hands and you crushed it.
You had me on a roller coaster.
One day, I was adored, and another, I was trash.
Where do we stand? What do I do?
You had me all over the place.
Abused; Emotionally abused.

But see, you were not the problem.
You aided, but you were not the problem.
Because, I was wrong too.
Wrong for thinking that you were capable of handling such a weight.
That is a God given task.
My worth was too heavy a burden for you to bare, so I finally removed it from your hands.
Placed it in the hands of the one who sculpted this masterpiece in the first place.

Photographer: Amil Laforce


So I'm sorry.
Sorry for misjudging and miscalculating.
Signing you up for a task that you were clearly incapable of doing.
It wasn't up to you to declare whether I was worth it or not.
It was God's. 

And God,
I'm sorry for not knowing better.
For my ignorance.
For not seeing Your constant effort and ceaseless, relentless quest for my soul.
I'm sorry for giving someone else a position that only You were qualified for.
Sorry for allowing them to take Your place.