Messy Disaster

Messy disaster

Of a human life

That is how it feels

From time to time

To slog through

From day to day

Just trying

To survive

What kind

Of life is that?

Who wants to live

A life filled

Only with fret

Pain, disaster

Hardship and stress

What kind of

Life is that?

Guess what,

It’s not all there is

There is life

Meant to be lived

Filled with love

Beyond imagining

Waiting for you

In the embrace

Of the God

Who made you

Messy disasters,

That isn’t all there is

To this human life

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