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    It was never about the money
    But something held deep within
    Life had been too painful
    Driving me deeper and deeper in sin

    An existential crisis
    A life lived that had been just too much
    Happy times counted on five fingers
    Whoever deserves it to be as such?

    Maybe it was the wrong choices
    That buried my pain in a spin
    Maybe I am a fallen angel
    Searching for God in that win

    It’s never too late GA tell me
    To have and live a good life
    But what they really don’t know
    Is that I did and it was all full of strife

    It was just five years of destruction
    But it has done its absolute worst
    For Fifty years my faith was strong
    At times I thought I was cursed.

    A complete waste of time and money
    The self blame for all my issues
    When I think of how it could have been
    I weep and reach for the tissues

    So when will my life see some sunshine
    On day sixty three it’s still bad
    So where are the GA promises?
    It really does make me feel sad

    I guess I have to be patient
    Trust that God is all loving and great
    I wish he would send me a sign though
    Is it me or is he just late?


    great poem , Monica


    Monica – this poem really touched me –
    Thank you for sharing


    Thanks. I guess even when we are in pain, we can create something. Good for me as I haven’t been creative in a long time.

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