Faith.

I have faith that when I feel lost, I am truly finding my way.
I have faith that each time I give away a piece of myself, I gain a piece of another.
I have faith that for each moment of pain, there will be one of inexpressible joy.
I have faith that when today is difficult, I am learning something that will give me strength for tomorrow.
I have faith that every time my heart is broken, I grow stronger.
I have faith that though I may be brought down, I can bring myself back up.
I have faith that when I help someone, it can set off a chain reaction of generosity.
I have faith that all of eternity makes sense, even when this moment doesn’t.
I have faith that I can make things work for the good, though others may not.
I have faith that forgiveness is possible, even when the wounds are deep.
I have faith that faith will be enough, though I stumble and wander.
I have faith that faith will be enough.

Faith

They say that faith is
being sure of what we hope for
and certain of what we do not see.
Yet I feel unsure of everything—
my opinions, me decisions, my feelings.
I am not certain of anything anymore—
love joy, myself, God.
The things I once held so dear
now seem as sand through a sieve
and I am left grasping nothing.
Who I once believed I was
has faded with passing days.
Who I once believed I could be
seems as far away as the stars
hanging in the night sky.
I have very little faith in people
least of all in myself.
I am shaken to the core,
grasping for something solid enough
to support this existence that
I hope can pass for a life.
uncertain, unsure—
faithless.
Yet searching, hoping, progressing,
and perhaps, someday,
believing.