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Rated: E · Poetry · Spiritual · #2160452
A tumultuous road may very well be the path to God

I let myself endure sadness today
without letting anger take it away
my body weakened and feels hollow
tears, I refused myself to swallow

I am afraid to show myself to care
my interior my be left without repair
so I stay trapped inside this angry wall
In my wretchedness, I feel forsaken

This winding road proves to have no end
I have now mastered the art of pretend
I don't need you - it appears on the outside
I am oppressed with agony - deep on the inside

Traveling peripherally on this winding road
unable to sustain alone - the weight of this load
Where do I run to get the help that I require?
Is the out-stretched arms of Jesus Christ
... my needed desire?

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