Some days I wake upAnd it's just one of those days
Where the blue sky is gray
The warm air is cold
The bright sun is dull.
Most days,
I wish I didn't wake up
Because I know that:
I'll panic
I'll screw up
I won't be perfect
I find comfort in knowing
That out there,
God thinks I'm beautiful,
Just the way I am,
With the mood swings
The ever so doubtful mind
Amidst all the brokenness
My God reassures me,
Comforts me
Let's me know that He's with me
And everything will be fine
He lets me know that I'm His
And that He'll be with me
Until the end of times.
-Christella
I wrote this this morning because yesterday was a horrible day for me, but I'm better now.
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Catharsis [Poetry]
PoetryShe wanted to put words on paper She didn't know where to start Her world was the epitome of disaster So she decided to play the part