The God In Me
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THE GOD IN ME
THE GOD IN ME
I am learning - Keep getting burned though, I must stop trying to make everyone beautiful and accept the fact that "God also made ugly for a reason".
I need to stop consuming the contents, while ignoring that scull and bone on the label.
Beautiful outside and corrupted inside can also be misleading.
Pumping pride into people and painting them beautiful.
Does not make them beautiful be.
It only makes me vulnerable.
Right in the middle of my
laughter,
I grabbed the hand of another cut-throat.
" Oh, you charming devil,
tricks are for Kids"!
The spirit of discernment ascended,
“oh my God I am blessed”.
Yes, people who really know me, know, and have envisioned this to be my downfall.
"Being weak for people", "allowing empty souls to come to close", too soon, too fast.
The sudden death of my daughter left me vulnerable, and I was not able to discern.
Kai, my daughter had warned me, Janifer, my best friend has told me – Yes, those who love me best, have warned me.
Yet here I go again pouring energy into strangers, Strange attention whores,
who drains my battery?
Yet, there are angels those few in a million, who feels me, loves me, demands nothing.
Uplifts always, and since I have already found those people –
I will not further crowd my heart.
Meaning my heart hotel is full –
So, until someone moves out.
I will continue to love the ones who already occupy my heart, and not take in anymore homeless people into my kitchen to sup.
To the people who have warned me ...” Thank you, I finally see what's up”.!
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2022
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