A Better Way of Life

I sit alone, locked in my room.

I sit alone and think of you.

I've tried my best to do what's right,

But still I cry throughout the night.

What other's think is no concern;

I'm what matters, it is my turn.

This I know to be the truth;

Though it sounds so harsh, so uncouth.

Why, then, does it hurt, the things they say?

Why, then, does it hurt when they act this way?

"You're powerless," a voice from above says to me.

"Your life is unmanageable, can't you see?"

It's my God and I know this,

I must give up my will and take up his.

I searched myself and wrote along,

Admitted to God, to myself, to another where I wronged.

It doesn't end there and this I know,

There are seven more steps – so very far to go

This will be my life till the day I die.

Today I choose life, though at night I cry.

This way is simple, but it is hard you see;

It teaches me how to love you better by first loving me.

By: Katie Clark

(Faegirl1976)