They wronged me.
I am not worth love.
My future is in ruins.
How could they?
My blood boils.
My anger is brewing.
You'll never understand,
and you might never know
the pain of sewing back
those open wounds.
My anger is brewing.
You'll never understand,
and you might never know
the pain of sewing back
those open wounds.
How long must
I endure
and wait
for a final cure?
But a question begs itself.
Why have I given
much of myself
in the name
of hope?
Who will mend
the scarred soul
of one who has
given up?
But just like a broken door
or a floppy shoe,
the fix lies with it's creator.
My heart calls for Him.
I now hand over
all of my sorrows,
my regrets,
and my guilt;
asking for one thing in return;
wholeness
and endless love
Oh God, please forgive me.
Forgive me for ever believing closure
was my right.
Forgive me for seeking what I do not own.
I accept all that has befallen me
and to it I say, "thank you."
For somehow finding a way
to guide my soul back to you
Alhamdoulillah.
