My thatch house is slowly coming apart.
The roof is deteriorating.
Even though I renew the grass,
I wish God could provide me with an appropriate job.
I wish I was able to construct a modern home.
I'm suffering in this house.
Every time it rains,
My house links.
Water falls from the thatch roof.
Right to my head.
I constantly change sites.
Why am I still alive?
Why don't I die?
The riddle of my life.
Is it true that God cares for me?
Oh yes, I guess he does.
God keeps renewing my strength.
God grant me tranquility.
Every time I plan to end my life,
I am putting my trust in God.
He keeps me safe inside this same house.
I'm still alive today because of God.
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Comments (5)
Timing is everything. He makes all things beautiful in His time. I always believe that, especially when things are beyond our control. Great poem. I love it! 😊
I loved how it changed from poignant to powerful! Awesome poem!
Oh no, always choose life even if there is rain on you....the sun comes eventually with a rainbow.
Awesome writing, keep it up!
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