Worry endlessly draining the soul out of me. Trying to make room for my acceptance to be free. And there stood God....hearing my prayer and not answering. Girl you have to walk this walk alone. I will not talk to you. Maybe I am inside you.
Worry endlessly draining the soul out of me. Trying to make room for my acceptance to be free. And there stood God....hearing my prayer and not answering. Girl you have to walk this walk alone. I will not talk to you. Maybe I am inside you.
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Well said and nicely written.
Thank you a lot.
Wow, what a sincere and soulful story. Perhaps God doesn't have to speak to us—it's an intriguing premise. Perhaps he speaks through actions and intentions. I don't know; I'm just left wondering. Thank you so much for sharing. Best regards.
Thank you for reading it and for the feedback. ❤️
Scary thought. Great poem
Thank you a lot.
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