Forgive me, God, this life, I cannot see,
Its purpose veiled, though I strive constantly.
Each dawn, I pray for karma, pure and bright,
Yet anger flares, a consuming light.
My challenges, a source of endless strife,
Instead of growth, ignite a burning fire.
Helpless I feel, a ship adrift at sea,
No respect for myself, it seems to me.
Did you create this life to cause me pain,
These emotions deep, a constant, surging rain?
I hide my wounds, though tears may freely flow,
Struggling to believe your will must somehow grow.
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