If Only I (an original poem)
Around, around we tried again, if only I, if only then.
I tried to be all I had taught, and wished that I were what I'm not.
Around, around we went again, to counselors and Sunday friends,
They never lacked a word of "ought," if prayers were gold I'd have a pot.
But none accepted who I was, the fix was all, root out the cause.
A spirit maybe in his soul, deception or depression's toll,
"Just choose," they said, "and rid the stains,"
I wondered how they chose their brains?
"God's will for you is clear to us, so choose or you're not one of us."
I chose to live, I chose to be, I could not choose their life for me.
So, n'er again they'll see my face, I know now God's not in that place.
For God who sent His only Son, has offered grace to everyone.
Bren M. B. (c) Copyright, 2003
Very touching, Bren!
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Beautifully Written, Bren
Hugs and Love
Janet
Thank-you, I felt that.
I have been there.
i like this bren
jessica
very nice poem =) I can definitely relate