BLESSING

Nothing means anything anymore,

Here I am wondering about my silly,

Insecurities and dreading the notion,

Of not being good enough for the world,

When I could be soaring in the clouds,

Making my dreams come true,

Loving each and every day as a blessing,

Not a curse, living it as it’s meant to be,

And the past traditions, customs,

The charms I used to make myself feel,

Better as a person don’t work anymore,

Because it simply has no value,

And if I’d prayed more and trusted more,

In the true power that comes from above,

Then I’d be happier,

And so since I’m once more in this mess,

I fall down on my knees and beg for Grace,

For MERCY, COMPASSION, LOVE and PEACE.

✾themeekarestillhere✾

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