I am an immovable object
a ticking time bomb
I am on self-distruct mode every day
they walk around like they're walking on eggshells
I'm weak but I found endurance somewhere
God seems less far away.
I see him reaching out his hand
I wonder if he can lead me in the right direction.
I might be a prophet
everything will be answered in time
right now I should just walk around blind with faith as my only guide
is it supposed to work like that?
1 comment:
Are you the author of all these amazing poems?? This one in particular, I like (and it is supposed to work like that!) And thank you for stopping by- your comments made my day :)
Meg
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Thanks for giving me your thoughts.