My hope gets thinner
My moods get bitter
Darkness starts to be deeper
Let me see brighter
But the night gets fiercer
Or is it just me?
Maybe I'm just being flabby
So then, try to break out of it
Take a breath, stop
Collect your energy , don't let it drop
Take courage, let your wings flap
Though torn apart, your heart is your map
And God is your light
to prevent any mishaps
and fill in your gap
For if you'll let it shine
You know where you'll abide
If dreams you chase
or if you know nothing of a place
Hold on to your faith and fight
Keep flying in this troubled sight
For He will be your star in the fierce night.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PuisiIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...
