where is He?
my legs have grown too tired to swim,
the water has enveloped my body, my own inability sinking me like a boulder tied to my ankle,
and all i can think of is Him
and how He said He would save me,
when my eyes were shrouded with a blanket of obisidan and the breath was stolen from my lungs,
and the water was stiffling my screams,
He would still hear me,
He would be a glimmer of sunlight even though i am in a place where no light shines
He would dry up the infinite ocean around me, because He himself is infinite,
but the ocean is still here,
all i can wonder is,
where is He?
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bad poetry
Poetryhi, my name is anneliese and I write to deal with some of my life issues such as trauma from abuse, depression, anxiety, etcetera. writing has helped me heal and I'm not very good at it but it's a valuable coping skill for me. if you like this pleas...
