Lord blessed the day she was born,
for he gave birth to a baby,
already ripping hair out of her scalp,
and splotches of white hair on her head.
May he forgive the day it became all too clear,
for he let a mere child,
rip off her nails,
and scratch herself till rashes took place.
May the Lord repent the day she grew,
for her rashes turned to bleeding,
her breaths ran short,
and the happiness she knew changed.
The Lord took his blessing away,
for the girl turned life around her into chaos,
when nothing was wrong,
her eyes shut in trembling fear.
He let the girl escape,
into a state of bliss,
for her enjoyment became a norm,
and her chaos turned controlled.
He allowed light to shine,
her darkness subsided,
as she let love come,
and trust became known.
The Lord let life take it's toll without intervention,
the spirits of evil took down the light,
trust and love was harder than ever to understand,
and the child became ready to succumb into the now wide and open darkness.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Thơ Caa collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
