Whole

I am self-sufficient

I am the ying to my yang

I do not need a man to heal me

But I do need him, when the time comes

To understand that I am already whole

And not in the way that the ocean is

All full and complete

But in a way where my father which art

in heaven has become the crutch that helps

me walk from the ailment of being human

I am a disaster

A storm that's always brewing

A tornado that knoweth not which way to go

And he saves me

From myself

Every time

I am sick but I

am whole

And he loves me

Yeah I know, he loves me

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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