My Rock

My Rock ode

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My heart is broken
Like a worn out glass
Eyes sunken
Head bleeding inside

My mind screams
Nobody could hear
My shattering dreams

A ray of light appears
Piercing into the inner depths
The sea of darkness gone
Killing the evil unborn

A shield of protection
Glimmer of hope
Comfort and love
I shall no longer mope

Salvation has arrived
I turned around
Called His name
He looked at me and smiled

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Im a 26 year old introvert who is trying to be more like an extrovert. I love to write poetry and daydream. My daddy is Jesus Christ.
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