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The Intimacy Of Being Understood

Poetry

An intimate look into the darkest depths of my life. These poems are the embodiment of trials and tribulations of growing up in today's society. I hope these stories bring hope to those who have lived through similar situations and tragedies. Always...

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Dusk Until Dawn

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by klyuh501

by klyuh501

I used to wake up and wish I were dead.
There was no light in my eyes;
No joy behind my smiles.
I never thought life would get better.
How could Jesus ever love
A junkie?
A prostitute?
A felon?
Someone like me?

God, I wish I knew sooner.
I wish that little girl knew,
It wasn't her fault.
When she was raped,
God loved her.
When she prayed,
God heard her.
When she wanted to die,
God saved her.
As she grew older things never changed.
When she got high?
God still loved her.
When she asked "Jesus, why me?"
God still heard her.
When she tried to take her life?
God still saved her.

I used to hate my life.
I used to hate myself.
Today,
I love life.
I love myself.
God is with me,
He always has been,
But now I am with him.