I know there is something wrong.
It eats at me day and night.
I try to write and nothing comes out.
I look at my book and look on past.
I look at each emotion…
Am I angry? I was but I think we worked through that.
Am I sad? Nope, we slogged through that mess as well.
Am I happy? For the most part, I guess.
Do I have joy? When I think of Him I do.
I just am, nothing can explain it and only He can help it. I think about meeting with Him and feel I have nothing to say.
Well nothing of value anyway.
What good are the prayers of a broken woman. A girl, who has no clue what her age is because her emotions still haven’t caught up with her body.
How can He really love me…
Awww, so that is what is eating at me…
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