And pick up the crippled man,

Even when I haven't even started to speak,
She spoke more than usual, right into my face.
I felt bad, discouraged, disheartened, like a failure.
I didn't managed to do what I was supposed to do.
But when I left, I knew I got to pick myself up,
So I decided to try again, this time,
To fight harder and stronger, with God.

I really hope everything would turn out alright. Because I understand that devil hate believers building the kingdom of God.

*I am very glad because I managed to poured it out.