On the 13th of June, I remember feeling overwhelmed with my life and unworthy of God's love and grace. I had been constantly struggling with trusting Him, believing that my past is forgiven, and letting go of everything and everyone that had hurt me. For years I had been in a hot and cold relationship with God. One minute I'm content just being with Him, and the next I was following after my heart's desires, forsaking His love, and allowing myself to forget about who He is to me and how much peace I had dwelling with Him. This poem showcases my turmoil and is mixed with the story of the prodigal son (the protagonist being female in this case). Photo by Madara Parma on Unsplash