Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

Saving my own life…

…But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Each of us believes something…about life, about the world, about ourselves. And our world of social media, tell us that we should just keep talking about the stuff that’s important to us. Keep trying to convince folks. Be the loudest. The smartest. The snarkiest.

But today my heart is quiet.

Yes, I am afraid of a Trump presidency. Yes, I have strong opinions about racism and sexism in America. Yes, I have a lot to say about patriarchy and gun control.

My heart is quiet because despite all of that, I hear the sound of my own voice. It gives me power, strength, compassion, & love. And as I move into the world to save myself, I will hope that the light I gain along the way, shines bright enough to have residual glow onto others.

Light in dark places…always.

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