Hello!
I'm Ronia.
For me, poetry is like the boxing ring in which my spirit and my flesh have at it. It's where I work out the internal struggles and challenges of faith, where I process my heart's cries and the confusions of my mind. It's where, as my spirit lies weary and worn, battered and bleeding on the mat, I see the glimmer of Light and the hand of Hope reaching out to rescue me and defeat my foe, my flesh.
My poems naturally want to end with an emphatic cry of desperation, to linger and wallow in the depths of their darkness. But there is always hope, there has always been hope, and there will always be hope. This is what my poems reinforce in me.
On that note, I should mention that I don't really write poetry. In fact, I used to hate poetry. I never sit down with the intention of writing a poem. They usually just "come to me," often at the most inconvenient of times such as when I am exhausted and drifting off into sleep, or just waking up from sleep -- which really just proves to me that my skill is not my own.
I hope they encourage you and point you to their source, their sustenance, their origin, their end: Jesus.
I'm Ronia.
For me, poetry is like the boxing ring in which my spirit and my flesh have at it. It's where I work out the internal struggles and challenges of faith, where I process my heart's cries and the confusions of my mind. It's where, as my spirit lies weary and worn, battered and bleeding on the mat, I see the glimmer of Light and the hand of Hope reaching out to rescue me and defeat my foe, my flesh.
My poems naturally want to end with an emphatic cry of desperation, to linger and wallow in the depths of their darkness. But there is always hope, there has always been hope, and there will always be hope. This is what my poems reinforce in me.
On that note, I should mention that I don't really write poetry. In fact, I used to hate poetry. I never sit down with the intention of writing a poem. They usually just "come to me," often at the most inconvenient of times such as when I am exhausted and drifting off into sleep, or just waking up from sleep -- which really just proves to me that my skill is not my own.
I hope they encourage you and point you to their source, their sustenance, their origin, their end: Jesus.
