My poem

[a midnight star]

Forgiveness:

 

As I walk around my house alone in the black of night

I am so confused, do I go left or do I go right

I am trying so hard not to take flight

My heart is holding on with all it’s might

 

Wondering which way to turn

Either way, once again it’s time to burn

Everywhere I go, I face scorn

Maybe it’s time to really learn

 

I am always told it’s time to forgive

But Lord, is there anymore love to give

To say this is easy, would be a fib

But again Lord, is there anymore love to give

 

You say You are made up of Love

Sitting there, looking down, from above

Peace You say is gentle as a Dove

But the vice is around my heart, and fits like a glove

 

It’s like feels like second skin

Just like the pain from my closest of kin

My knees are so tough, can I make them bend

Or is Your love going to blow away with the wind

 

So here poised ready to fly

The pain grows worse with every tear from my eye

Oh Lord, not again, I don’t want to cry

But for now, I am just going to say bye

 

For I don’t like to be soft

I would rather be thrown off a loft

Never did I think this question would be so tough

You would think that by now I would have had enough

 

But the questions won’t leave my mind

So please be patient and kind

Remember it’s my heart that is on the line

Oh Lord, will peace and love ever me mine

 

Deb

[Amethyst]

This is really very good.

[Isak The Newt]

i promised my self i wouldnt cry (sniffle)

 

lol

[narcissist]

I think I've been there.

 

Thanks for sharing.

[a midnight star]

Thank you.