This thing called life
That is so full of strife,
Do we hold on to knives,
Or pull God close to our sides?
Thunder and lightening assail us.
Stress makes us want to
Get on a bus
To a place where we could
Celebrate wins with no loss,
A place that is safe,
Where people trust us.
This life we live,
Takes all that we have to give.
We are told to forgive
Even when we don’t believe
That it would lead to better things,
Like peace on earth
Or diamond rings.
But what if you did
All of these things,
And still lost everything?
I want to really live.
I want my heart to sing.
I want my life to mean something.
I want my life to be worth living.
Written by
©Ivie M. Eke 2017.
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