[Monica1]

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?

[vera]

great poem , Monica

[i-did-it]

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

[Monica1]

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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