R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)

Vessel

I feel bad for being angry all the time.

My wrath seeps faster than any rhyme.

I'm not worthy of being God's own daughter,

I'm but a vessel of wrath, sorrow and disaster.

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Thirsty for winning all kinds of arguments,

My innocence and kindness end up in fragments.

The people whom I genuinely care about are limited

Because my relationship and treatment of people is complicated.

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Why is it so easy to love myself but not others?

But God wants me to love my neighbor and that truly matters.

Then again, these things are easier said than done.

No one can truly do it perfectly except the Son.

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I don't think I'll ever be truly capable

Because my heart's desires are often unstable.

Humankind is really a carrier of various emotion.

We'll always fail especially if we're without devotion.

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I am truly sorry I disappoint you most of the time.

In your holy eyes everything I do is a punishable crime

But each time I repent and cry to you for urgent assistance,

You empty my worries and fill me with love and acceptance.
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Copyright Star Ashley Cruz
Oct. 6, 2018