CRIES OF THE HEART

Seated idly,

Folded palms resting beneath the chin,

Overthinking,

About something that,

Isn’t worth bringing into reality.

“God, when?”

A question asked by many when faith fades away.

Trials and temptations,

Obstacles and setbacks troop in.

And alas, confusion.

Moving back and forth between life’s events,

One falls to the ground,

Hands up to the sky,

And tears rolling down the cheeks,

Thinking out loud,

“Will all be well?”

©ShortbutPowerful

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