This rock holds a blessing
This rock holds a lie,
It may not be ideal
But it's my entire life.
I wrote my worry
I wrote my pain,
I left it there,
but I never saw it again.
He, the Lord Almighty,
He took it from me
I was told that I was His beloved child,
I was told that I was loved
I was told I was a blessing
I was told I am a dove.
I counted my fingers until life told me to stop–
I was on a boat,
it started to rock.
I sold my sins
I sold my pain
But my skin was only held with pins
when I realized I was doomed,
because I was sure
that I was that damn rock.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁