Tired Souls
The strong , beautiful, smart and talented women get picked on.
Cut off at the knees because we don’t fully agree.
An emotional mess as you distress your angry turpentine
With mixed paints.
Highs and lows of emotional suicidal tendencies
Where a tired soul looks up at God and back down again
Asking for prayers to be fulfilled
Yet you left me with a mountain of stress
I’ll never get out of this debt
The debt of emotional baggage, the debt of money, the debt of missed opportunities, the debt of abuse.
What’s the use……
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