I am Ana/Stasia
I battle demons that won’t let me rest, I shouted out into the airs, they hurled and turned away from me.
“Anita you are an orphan,” his words echoed into the deepest oceans of my hurting heart.
Yes, I always felt like an orphan walking naked through the darkest nights.
Although, I was breastfeed, never did she hold me tight.
I tried hugging her legs because I was terrified; she pushed me away and then placed me in a crib.
This is when the demon came.
He stood in front of me watching me breathe.
She failed to protect my innocence.
O, how haunted I am by the distant memories.
I disassociated from the bruised little girl.
She cried afraid in her bed. I later discovered I am her.
As I matured I tried so hard to hide my wounds. But, they noticed them.
Now, I’m a tenacious woman.
Is this all you’ve got against me? O, my distant past?
I won’t let you keep me down; the King has crushed your head.
I’ll look into his eyes and the holiness of the King within me will consume him.
I will see it in his eyes.
I will stare evil to dust.
This isn’t permanent. I’ll rise up with the sun each time you push me into the grave.
Yes, I’m like the phoenix!
I am Anastasia, the resurrected one.
I am Grace, the favored one.
I’m no longer an orphan; I found my Way home into the everlasting arms of the King.
The meaning of my name Ana:
Of favored Grace in Hebrew.
A derivative from Anastasia/Anastasis in Greek: ανάσταση, which means Resurrection.
I have Christ’s grace and I have been resurrected with Him, Amen!