With so little effort,
you make me float around–
I can finally feel the life in my eyes
for the first timeTwo hands gripping my neck,
lifting me off the ground
placing me between the thin borderline of life and death,
the confusing thread of love and hate…I was a child learning what
affection is,
how to property feel it.Dear God,
is this the creation you're so desperately proud of?
or is this the perfect plan you so desperately want me to follow?if so, then how dare you
but oh, how could i
ever say such thingsmaybe I'll apologize when you do–
to the 8 year old me who
thought so highly of youA/N
i did a different version…
this one is about some ppl justifying bad happenings(e.g. rape)
they say it happened for a reason,
and for a lesson..
then the person questions god's will and god's plan
i think god is also heavily misunderstood because of wrong interpretations made by spurious pplthank you for reading, love from kien<3
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Poetry𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕; 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚... 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. A collection of poems...