The Armor

Kim Jagwe
5 min readDec 9, 2023

Clumps of moist brown dirt and vines cling to my shoes, causing me to fall face down on the damp, musty ground. Sudden tears spring up as I wonder how I got here. Just lay here, my mind whispers. You’re tired! If you just let go… let it have you, the pain will end.

“Not like this, my spirit counters. We are not done. You are not done. Raw rage bubbles up and breaks over my parched lips. “Stop!” I scream . “Just stop!” “I can’t do this anymore,”…

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Kim Jagwe

Kim Jagw:, Podcaster* Faith Builder* CEO of God's Perfect Size.* Really Cool Human. My internet home is www.kimjagwe.com