| Sin, O what pain! |
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I can't breathe
My heart is ripped
My soul is weary
My spirit has no song.
And yet God is near.
Though I seem to feel him not
I know His hand,
But my fear sees Him not
Betrayal, death
Heartbreak, rage
I cannot see for the sin
I cannot hear for my cries
I feel His hand,
Holding me close.
I still bleed
But God is near
I hear His heart,
Though I wandered off
My walk was far
But God is now near
I rage at those who hurt me
Jesus weeps for them
I weep for myself,
Jesus comforts my soul
It still hurts,
My choices from God.
I know I will receive the burden of this pain.
I know I have earned it.
I am editing this. I wrote this in a hurry. I had to get my feelings out of me. It is more like a Stream of Consiousness than a poem. This is how my thoughts came out. Now rewriting, no gold leaf, nothing.
This is my heartbreak. This is me. I am not going to edit the poem. The pain is still to fresh. Please forgive me the rough style.
Sincerely,
Amber Arlene |
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