My Wish ListA Poem by Brenda AliciaJust a short piece that I had written a while back... It's a little to late for Santa but maybe someone else can help me get my wish list.I wish things weren't as hard, you know? I wish that for once, maybe by the grace of God, there could be peace. Not even among the people I know, Though I wouldn't mind that either; But peace within my own thoughts. The ones that completely take over; They allow for the destruction of my own well being, and even the one’s of others... Maybe it's about time I let go of a past that I'm too afraid to show. Or maybe it's time that I remind myself that I'm honestly one of a kind. To stop telling myself that I have a bad heart- Because those are the things that set me apart; negative thoughts. It's like my mind sets to self destruct and I don't know how to turn it back. I just want to be free of my own demons; It's the only thing throwing me off track Now, when it comes to love that's a completely different thing. I want a love that it rules everything within me. A love so pure and clean, That it would be impossible to be deliberately mean. Because if everyday is a constant fight, What's the point of love if it can't even survive; without the touch of skin; Something so intimate... It's true they say sex doesn't mean love But sex fills voids that we can never get enough of It keeps "love" afloat Because without it- Let's be honest there would be nothing to show It's hard to go on, And soon you realize that you have to tell the one you love That they need to move on without you I want love that can survive and that will follow me to the other side, because above all things is God. and He will always fill every void I speak of. He is righteous. And He is proud to call us His creations. But it's up to me to become his child- You see he's given us a choice, And also a voice, To speak up against injustice and pain; But when those words don't suffice we kneel down and surrender all the pain we've gained These are the things I wish for but after reading it over twice maybe I, should just pray. © 2017 Brenda AliciaAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 4, 2017 Last Updated on January 4, 2017 AuthorBrenda AliciaNJAbout25|USA|FEMALE Writing is one of the oldest art forms known to man Words convey our affirmations, confirmations and allegations Some are driven from our soul Whilst others derive from another foun.. more..Writing
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