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Friday Verses.


Oh how I don't miss going through the coming-of-age stage

Where, oh my gosh, I felt nothing but spontaneous rage

Where my thoughts were tossed around like a ping-pong ball

The numerous times I slipped and tripped, yet no one caught my fall

I was a puppet who had snipped it's own strings, tried to stand up on my own

But with no strenght from above, I was left lost in the unknown 

So I blamed my family, I blamed myself, at a young age a blamed the Big Man for my misery

Why would He let me go through this tornado of explosive emotions? Its a mystery

I tried to conquer the lion making rash decisions

Turning my back on my problems and running away with no recognitions

In a flash, the lion caught up to me and turned me into a mess

The lion had taken me into the dark, and I couldn't have felt more hopeless

Escape was futile, why should I even struggle? Why should I even run?

This my punishment for living my life the way I wanted, yep I am so done

I was lost, full of confusion and now I had to accept I was just bait

Until the Big Hunter came around and made sure to change my fate

"How can I ever repay you?" I asked thankfully

He responded, "I don't want money, I don't want blood, I just want your love for eternity."

 

 

 

 

 

 

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-Currently learning how to love those I see daily; while loving immensely Someone, I have yet to see. But who has loved since I was still in my mother's womb, and to this day continues to love me.-

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