Writing is addictive
The act of pain on paper
As words on lines is well relieving
But the more I do it the more it becomes afflictive
You may hit my phone
Act like you care
But you don't
until the day comes when burdens are heavier than what you could bear
Here comes the phase where everything is
non-descriptive
The idea of " everything's gonna be alright"
Becomes the closest to being called fictive .
Right where you are
At this point
I can tell ;you do care
As it became easier
to understand what I'm feeling
There's always what held me back from kneeling
I wanted to give myself to God
But the 4 years of silence were hurtful
The waited answers were wound peeling
The sense of seep and loss were never that appealing
life's a test
mine was being deprived from rest
For four years
I had been having it build up in my chest
But my day had came
I told you I heard Jesus
And you thought I'm insane
I'm not !
He promised he'll be there to deal with all that bane
As long as I stay in my lane
And that made me want to read the truth
his words are placed in a book that's ignored by lost youth
And I was one
But I was marked by the son
"daddy's daughter"
I grabbed the Bible out of that forgotten shelf
As He took my depression and gave it to himself
Writer's note : a poem about a hopeless depressive person that had lost faith
But his heart is restored as soon as he called jesus.
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THE BIG LITTLE BOOK
Poetry#1 slam #1 poet Semi diary semi poetry type of books. God can meet you in your rock bottom as well as on the top of your little mountain . In this book I talk about my mental health and how i overcame depression anxiety food disorders and addiction...
