glory struggle

venting... :)

 I’m grateful for the things you gave me,

Happy to be healthy and running free

But why must you limit me inside your

Boundaries while

I am strangling to breathe.

 

You made the earth, so is worshiping the earth

Not worshiping you?

 

I can feel the wind around me, and I can touch the earth below me,

But I have never felt your love

Enfold me, unless I am on my knees, hysterical and crying.

 

I have no problem being humbled,

But faith should be more than pain, grime and tears

It should free me from my burdens without

Slamming into the dirt.

 

For I know my worth – you gave that to me,

and after so long without it

I clutch it, tightly.

Author's Note

looking for feedback both on the subject and on the poem itself - be brutal, it's healthy