Lost.
She missed her way
On this path of life
Slippery and sloppy road
She fell, with nobody's hand
reaching out for me
Steep and dangerous bouldered mountains
She fractured, with nobody to ask if she was okay
Nor were they willing to help
Vulnerable and helpless
She was robbed
But no good Samaritan came by
In the labyrinth of this jungle
She has gotten lost
A guardian angel she wished for
Only monsters came along
She is lost
She hopes to find her way soon
She is tired of walking
Just like the Israelite in the wilderness
She needs a saviour
Maybe that's too greedy
But considering what she has gone through
She would give anything
For a flame of light
That is enough to lead her back home
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
They say we sometimes have to get lost in order to find ourselves. Humans are social beings, and we are designed to interact with others. But on some days, God pulls us apart from the herd and secludes us like Moses in order to speak to us. It is hard to hear His voice among the noise.
This is deep, true and another interesting perspective.