Park Bench

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Park bench. 

I taste-tested poison to feel what death felt like, 
And fell to God's knees to confess he was right. 
He told me, 
"Calm down, child. You just forgot how to fight- I don't mean fists up and ready to strike, but learning to survive, like you learned to ride a bike. 
You may stumble & fall and your anger might spike, but you felt damn accomplished when you conquered that trike.
See, you cannot count the obstacles as you go. You'll start to lose focus and any room left for growth. So if you feel you need to- just take things slow. Even glow sticks have to break before they can glow."
And then God said, in one last attempt; 
"You're blessed, Child. Heaven sent.
I know you've said things you might regret,
but it's never to late to try and repent. So it's not your time to go, child.
Not quite yet. 
You still have many years and many people unmet. 
Keep your goals in focus and keep your mind set. 
Remember that I love you, child.
Never forget." 

Submitted: September 21, 2018

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r futrell


Fri, September 21st, 2018 4:36pm

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