Do you remember that one time we went camping?
I was just a little girl, terrified of the dark.
One particular night on this trip,
You told me to follow you.
I did.
You led me to a place where the only light that showed was my lantern.
You told me to turn it off.
I was scared. I didn't want to,
But I did it, bracing myself for the darkness.
Only...
It didn't come.
We were surrounded by light.
I looked up and saw a multitude of blues, purples and pinks, among an ocean of the brightest stars I had ever seen!
The Galaxy.
I gazed in awe.
And suddenly, I wasn't as afraid of the dark anymore.
Do you know why?
Because I knew from that moment forward,
That God loves me.
I knew that the One who created all these beautiful things,
Also created me.
Every time I feel alone,
I look to the stars and know that I am not.
God is there.
He always has been and He always will be!
I know that even though I cannot trust you anymore,
I can always trust that the stars will always be there every night when the sun goes down.
I can always trust in the One who put them there in the first place.
Even though I can never trust you,
I can trust God.
He knows my struggles.
He knows my heart.
He...
Knows...
Everything!
A/N Hey peeps! I kinda got emotional while writing this one. I am really glad I found this song though. This song, Sweet Hour Of Prayer, is one of my personal favorites. Simply because it takes me back to this night that I talk about in this poem.
The person I am addressing in this poem is my biological father. As I was writing this, I realized, that night when all this happened, was the only time I trusted my father, where it didn't come back to bite me in the ass. This was the only time I can think of where he actually did something good for me, without something in it for himself.
So, Edward, if you are by some very slim chance, reading this, thank you. Thank you for giving me that experience. I am not gonna lie and say I miss you, but I do hope that you do know that I still wish you the best in whatever makes you happy.
And thank you to all my readers! Thank you for reading my stupid rants. It really means a lot to me.
Love you all!
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Story Of My Life
PuisiThese poems are true stories about my life. I hope some of you can relate. Also just warning you now there is a trigger warning. There is a lot of talk about death and abuse as well as bullying. There is also a mature language warning.
