Not Trying
I wonder why
life’s like this
sometimes it lasts
then for some
it ends fast
God must be a planner
He brought me up
and I keep falling
I am ashamed
I’m worse than a quitter
I never try
I live with the wind
going with the flow
the water is cold
the fire too damp
there is a haze
why can’t I see
His guiding hands
I dream about Him
once or twice
you walk backwards
I have left you
then I saw God
in this picture
I’m broken
but He stayed by me
I’m proud
because I’m home.
written last August 7, 2009
by: 3libras a.k.a tinyredrose13