Battlefield

Photo by Casila - Boats in London

I want to rid myself of this thinking
Overthinking,
The war with my mind
This consumption of lost time over possible defeat.

They come for my treasure
For that, I must withstand this war
Their eyes are filled with Greed,
Jealousy,
Envy,
I must protect my soul.

One Way

Photo by Casila - Street in Paris

How do I still exist?
Only through his grace,
When I was lost,
He gave me one way,
I didn’t know what was ahead,
My soul…hoping for one more chance.
Overwhelmed with fear, I was.
No choice but to have faith,
He has never failed me,
Saw me at my worst, and stayed.
Friend, Friendship, the keeper of my secrets,
The keeper of my soul,
The keeper of my every existence.
He gave me one way through this life,
All that I had to do was kneel
Ask for guidance
Dear God,
I’m asking now.

An Adult’s Cry

Photo by Casila - Buckingham Palace

He said I am royalty, 
But he is King.

Tried to force things,
I can do it all myself,
Now…I’m hoping for your help.
Please spoil me like you use to,
You use to do everything for me,
You use to do everything for me,
You use to do everything for me,
Everything, remember
Everything,
Can you please just fix it,
This one time please
Just give me one last time,
I’ll try not to mess it up,
Please answer, my prayer.
God, please.

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