maybe
He created this soul
who probably has a heart of a withering stalk
I stand tall
but the level of my gut's weak
they tell me to let loose
and put down all my chains
to let them in
once they do,
they left me with bruises and burn marks
and hid away with the latch
and today,
I asked Him, why
he'll probably say,
"I love you enough for me to carry you
through this hurdles
so you'll think of me
while you fight these monsters out of you"
-a.
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PoetryMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.