Dear god, this is my first call to you, a whisper born from the depths of blue, please help me, I’m begging, don’t turn away – take this pain I feel, I carry today, I long for a life where my heart feels light, where shadows fade beneath your might, to wake without this heavy stone, to face the world, not so alone. Each breath I take feels laced with despair, each glance at my reflection too much to bear, their words linger, heavy and cruel, echoing shadows I cannot undo.
How can I silence this voice in my mind, that I’m worthless, left behind? It mocks my hope, fuels my fears, and filles my days with endless tears. I yearn for someone to simply stay, no judgement for the words I say, not bound by duty, nor out of role, but because they see my aching soul.
Why me God? WHY THIS PAIN?
Why let my skies weep endless rain? You say you give battles to those who are strong, but I’ve been broken for far too long, I dream of silence, of endless sleep, of surrendering to the void so deep, to close my eyes and feel release, to escape this storm, to find some peace.
I’m tired, God, my spirit’s worn, my heart is heavy, my mind is torn, I don’t want to hate you, but I can’t deny the bitterness I hold, the questioning “Why?”
Do you see me drowning in this sea? Do you hear this fractured plea?
Or am I just a fleeting spark, lost in a world so cold, so dark?
They say you give purpose to every ache, that from this pain, something beautiful will wake, but I feel small, forgotten, lost – was my soul worth this heavy cost?
And yet, a spark, faint but alive, urges me to fight, to strive, it whispers softly, against the storm, that even darkness, there’s a form. I want to live, to feel, to fly, to break these chains and touch the sky, to know a life isn’t pain, to see the sun beyond the rain. Lift this weight, this crushing grief, bring me strength, bring me relief, help me rise from this endless fall, show me that life is worth it all. Guide me God, through this despair, hold ne close, show me you care, for all I crave is a chance to be free, to live, to love, to simply be.
Please hear my cry, my quiet prayer, help me know there’s light out there.
Lead me to a place where I can thrive, help me believe it’s worth staying alive.
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PoesiaThe transient murmurs of the cosmos, the elegance of love in its most untainted state, and the silent truths of something I once called life.
