Pieces
I'm holding my life together by blood, sweat and tears, and even a little spit too. I had to hold a lot in, so that I would be able to spit it all out you know. Let me explain, I have a spider bite that feels like a gunshot wound, because I have no place to call my own. Frustrated at God, I'm even frustrated at my man. Thinking that he can do something, maybe he can't, maybe he can. But nevertheless; just stressed,and holding on to the promise that I'm blessed. Do I sound confusing? Because I am confused. I'm just trying to walk how the good Lord wants me to. Hoping that somebody can feel my pain and what I'm going thru. But I keep looking because he is giving me faith to look deeper, so I know that He is still there. Because I believe that He truly cares. You see he is holding me together, and my life is in His hand;so I won't fall to the ground. I thought Columbus said that the earth was round. So why do I feel like I'm trapped in a box with just room enough to breathe? So I use a little blood, alot of tears over the years and sweat and even a little spit too, to hold it altogether.
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