My first foray: Life pangs

[theafricanmillennium]

The poetry of life
Finding meaning in strife
Finding God in strife
Brokenly screeching “Where are You? Why me?”
Suffering through the petty
Steadily wallowing
Through every step, through every season
My Lord, there must be a reason
Or not, perhaps displeasure is the intention


Tentatively, brokenly murmuring
“What love, compellingly deep
What faith, what light
The burden to strive
Because I am alive?
Is that, why me?”

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This was done in one sitting, off the top of my head, to get started, so all constructive criticism is welcome!