heart open and longing
it hurts to need
but our nature desires a reciprocal love
sometimes it’s just not there
no matter what we do
it seems all people want someone to reject
someone to makee fun of
and for me it’s been the same no matter the circle I’m in
if people are all reflections of God’s personality
it disheartens me, I really bought into unconditonal love of the Father
when really I was made for nothing more than a whipping post
you know how it goes, it’s popular to be part of the crowd jeering at somone
some people only eat cruelty
my pain must be some rare desert
dreaded fear is to never be loved unconditionally
just by one being, but I worry it is a made up word
that no one will love me this way
I’m schizophrenic and I often do what I would not
my delusions say God loves me the way I am
the Christians of the world say only if I conform to an image
my heart sinks I’ve tried and understand there is no hope of this
when people look at me with disdain
my soul can’t help but wonder, is this God looking at me through there eyes?
lonely existence with the knowledge I have no one to understand me
worse yet there is no beautiful resting place for me, after the torment
in the fable dictionary should begin with two key words unconditional love and heaven
The world moves too fast and times too precious little. Up, down, doesn’t really matter, just keep moving forward. Our place isn’t here. Truth is to be found where people still wish on stars, listen to the whisper of trees, and sing the longing song of the sea 🌼
hello dearest Joe thank you so much for the reminder I’ll wish on a star tonight for you ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. A very heartfelt write my friend. To quote Morrison: “People are strange.” Especially when it comes to trying to understand one another instead of hurting each other. Just my opinion. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you for the Morrison referrence I love him ❤️
When I see human suffrage, I think “god allows this”. Which to me renders prayer pointless, obviously.
But, as I’ve gotten older, I see that we truly are on our own, and hopefully can find a hand or two to lift us, as we do them.
It’s hard as hell to maintain faith. But it’s good practice to hold onto hope. Keep reaching. It happens.
hello dearest Styxian I worry about something much more malevolent that favors some over the others either way I hope thank you ❤️❤️