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I was depressed. I was frustrated. I was fed up. A Simple refection of my thoughts on a still night, a night where I let my doubts float and my faith sink. Selah

Submitted: August 01, 2017

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Submitted: August 01, 2017



I'm blinking rapidly for i want the tears to come not

Enough of the tears!

I've been here over and over

I've left......and i've come back

Each time i wonder

Why do i feel this way?

Why can't my journey be straight?

I feel the tears threatening to fall

But i blink once more

Never will i be subject to tears that do nothing

I should cry to the ears of my God,my shield,my glory,the lifter of my head

But even that seems like hardwork

Why do i suddenly feel empty

I feel like i'd never get things right

I'd always try

Sometimes, my ambitions die in my mind

Some never get to see daylight

Some thrive

But most die.


Even the ones that thrive.... they later die

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