If there's a truth that brews fear in my chest it is indeed how my Lord Hears and Sees and answers invocations.
The fear that I might be one day undeserving of this.
That I might be of the ones who fall prey to themselves.
That I might disappoint Him and be of the ashamed.
But more heartchurning, that He might give a test so hard I won't hold up as the patients.
And that He doesn't love me.
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
