I look around at seven
different faces and still feel
lonely. Knowing this is it, this
way is the one and only. My heart
beat is slow, I’m being called to a place
I don’t want to go. I look at my Bible
and can hear the words, “This is the place
I need you to be.” I hold in my tears
that want to be free. Alone. Me
against my destiny. So many
years are thrown to me. Can I
reach the people God wants?
I swallow and gag, but hold down
a happy front. This is where God
has chosen, where I pursue
my mission. Still one question,
why send me? I’m only 17.
There’s so much I’m missin.