Sweet A Sweat Poem by Vivian Nguyen

I want to weep,
but I cannot.
My tears are blocked,
in such a hard pot.

Seeing no light,
is just too hard.
Blackness in me,
I am so scarred.

While I’m shameful,
my head’s laid down.
Having such pain,
with a fixed frown.

With thoughts on fire,
I see no hope.
My body’s heavy,
clings on a rope.

Those strings burn so,
scratching my fingers,
With such a sweat,
it all just lingers.

But then I remember,
there is God here with me.
He looks down on me,
and gives me wings.
And so seeing such,
I know now my king.

God wipes my frown off,
and shifts up my head.
I feel gracious now,
knowing I’d been led.

With Him inside me,
I’d run clear in style.
Prayers shall be said,
Of course, for awhile.

Nodding me through,
God gives me straight paths.
I pray much, of course,
in sweet bubble baths!