Existence=

joy I feel

experience I gain

the song that flows

the anger that was

wrath lashed

it exploeds in my mouth

a harsh metallic taste.

guilt flows over me freely

blocking.

sadness speckling

the lonely

blustery-

barren-

cold fingers

gripping me.

not letting my throat speak.

Say...

Speak...

WHY?

the pride filling me up

until I'm full

feeling the rush toward

the pressure and the end.

Thinking about my Creator

Jesus

the growing physically and mentally

throughout-

until I'm whole-enough.

~A.


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