We are life. We are choice.
We are love. We are hate.
We are control. We are lost.
But out of all things we are,
we are imperfect;
in the most beautiful of ways.
We seek guidance,
but we walk our own path.
Influence can only do so much
if you allow it to. Good or bad.
We can be hurt,
and chose to let it effect us.
Or we could change that feeling
into something beautiful, like sorrow. Empathy is what makes us.
We are the creators and the destroyers of life. Of love. Of hatred.
If God truly created us in his image..
I don't think they meant physically, but spiritually. We are God.
Every one of us.
God is the inner me,
the inner you.
Because you can't be forgiven
if you can't forgive yourself.
We are in control,
even when we aren't 👁️
- Me (01/14/20)
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How I Really Feel
PoetryShort stories and poems, most of which are written at some of my lowest points. I've been writing a lot and sharing it to my Instagram, but I figured I'd give my inner thoughts for you here to look at. I'm going to be starting from the beginning, fr...
