Trying so hard to believe in something.
Searching for strength.
Failing to find faith in something more.
Rapists, pedophiles and babies in cages.
Over worked, overwhelmed and under paid.
On the floor, skin pressed against cold porcelain.
Too weak to lift my head.
Saying a prayer.
Searching for strength.
Heartache, loss, broken promises.
Endure more, forgive more, love more.
Sleepless in the dark of night.
Curled in a ball.
Crying silent tears.
Trying so hard to believe in something more.
Is there a God in this world of darkness and pain,
Where fathers rape their daughters
And mothers sell their sons for a substance?
Is there a God in this world of grief and loss,
Where son's die alone
And lovers abandon us?
Trying every day and failing to find faith in something more.
Walking through a world without magic.
With nothing left to give.
Exhausted. Discouraged. Sad. Lonely.
My soul is weary and I don't want to go on.
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