What It Means To Be

Clutching, my hands tight weights, shaking with irrational fears of fate –

Hidden, lightning flashes, thunder crashes, wonder if I�ve been left –

Reeling, pale thoughts full of self-loathing, a horrible, sinful child –

Indeed, deserving to burn forever, for disobedience to His holy word –

Sobbing, alone in the dark, haunted by visions of vile demons –

Trembling, silent tears slip into the hitching wind between my lips –

Ignored, desperate prayers for forgiveness, frantic for a mother�s embrace –

Anguished, indoctrinated by self-hatred, judged for self-love –

Negated, any feelings invalid, only faith can set you free?

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• AI Free Acknowledgement: This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI