For the disappointed.
What does it mean to be broken? To soak in what went wrong. To live in as state of disbelief? Been crying out for years Mourning over the trauma Crying out for healing And still I am here. Sitting in it. Still having the random bouts of anxiety over it. It seems like some just get whatever they ask for. They go though one. One heartbreak One devastating event And they pray And their life is restored It's almost like a magic trick. Maybe it's a secret I'm too far off to know The one ingredient that I keep missing Oh do I desperately want to know the secret. But it seems like my prayers are falling on deaf ears I'm mad and I'm honest I'm not asking for much I heard the saints say "if He did it for them, He'll do it for you" but it seems like my names been left out of the table maybe God forgot to pick my name from the cup it's written that hope deferred makes the heart sick Irregular beats, and punctured...