Discontinue
This is a letter to future me
Whatever you may come to be
I write this in the 6th year
From when everything began
From when your world started to crumble
And your knees started to buckle
Reflect
This is you in contemplation
Of what has been and what's to come
For years you've turned to words and rhymes
In attempt to decipher your own mind
In attempt to decode the secrets
And all the world's leaflets
Structure
This is where you stop following it
That of which man has set has no hold on your soul
So whenever you feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders
Like there is nothing left for you to offer
I hope you remember this
Words whispered, words told
That of which man has set has no hold on your soul
Give your heart to Jesus
YOU ARE READING
Musings
PoetryI am the product of an unsatisfied mind filled with musings of a girl who one was filled with ideals of her round world which is now her muse
