Dear God...

December 1, 2010
By VLythia GOLD, Dallas, Georgia
VLythia GOLD, Dallas, Georgia
12 articles 2 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Guys, I think I'm gonna join clown school... But that means I have to grow size 15 feet and a big red nose. Naw, I'll just learn to fake it, but that's after I get an afro."

I'm sorry for those words
That fell onto paper,
But I won't take them back
Because I'm not gonna lie.

Perhaps I just didn't realize
Exactly how much emotion I could bottle up.
I was trying to keep my composure
And not hurt anyone.

But I ended up killing myself
With my lies and hatred.
The darker part of me was revealed
And disappointment surrounded me.

I know I make mistakes,
So I'm trying to let you take over.
I want you to guide me in the right direction
And not let me get lost again.

Help me, please,
To do what's right
Because I've realized now
That I can't do this on my own.

I've never really been alone.

The author's comments:
This is a poem about finding God again. I wrote it a few hours after writing a poem about hating someone.

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on Jan. 1 2011 at 11:21 pm
sweetly_broken GOLD, Garner, North Carolina
15 articles 0 photos 158 comments

Favorite Quote:
We never know how big we are until we are asked to rise.

This is fantastic! I love the story behind it and the way you put it together and the flow of the words was spot on. way to go!

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