Teach Me To Be Stronger God
I began life pure and guiltless,
a girl innocent and faultless;
as I grew my soul became flawed.
Oh, teach me to be stronger God !
My young soul began to have cracks,
it is full of fractures and gaps;
from pits of sorrow I have clawed.
Oh, teach me to be stronger God !
This life gone awry and amiss,
oh could you please, please press a kiss;
I am weary of this façade.
Oh, teach me to be stronger God !
Each day, moment I am falling,
I am damaged, broken, weeping;
from chains of the past I have crawled,
Oh, teach me to be stronger God !
But deep inside there is a strength,
in this faulty soul's depth and length;
I am weakness and strength, how odd.
Oh, teach me to be stronger God !
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December 19, 2019
Poetry/Kyreille/Teach Me To Be Stronger God
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1`210-028-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FFI Blog Series 41- Kyreille
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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