Poems

God’s will: It’s up to him.

I see myself praying for the end
Way more than I pray for rescue
It’s made me question myself
If that’s really what I want this to lead to.

I find the answer in negative
I want to live, I want to grow
But the fear of a life sans dignity
Isn’t the life I’d want to know.

So, it’s up to him to reward me
And to lead my struggles to gold.
Or to save me from what lies ahead
If it’s a life of pain,
And unknown blows.

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