This story is the same, this truth like any other. Have you read it?
into
Have you heard it?
all of
My fear sure is captivating, do you not agree? Was this the reason for your force? Or did it just excite you?
does
Maybe you'd like to wallow in it, to com mit again and again. Maybe I just need to stop. Or to keep on going, to keep on moving, to go on forward, to not fall
back.
I wish I could let you go, but my force isn't quite as strong as yours.
Or maybe your force isn't strong at all, maybe this is my fault.
I shouldn't have been so naive, shouldn't have been so calm.
I guess I thought you saw me screaming.
This poem doesn't have a title and probably doesn't even need one. For anyone reading, this was written a long time ago and what is said is said because of a hard time that I had gone through in my lifetime. So many times, I did not see much hope for anything, including myself. This is evident in many of my writings, including this one. If I share them, it is not necessarily because I am being haunted or want pity. It is just my sharing of some of my poetry. Christ has brought me a long way and helped me to conquer the hurt and fear that I allowed myself to nearly be consumed by. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful evening!
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