Longing, pining "Will it ever be?"
Is life worth living when one is not giving
one's soul
one's love?
Questioning the One who is the Father,
who created me like Him. And yet I can't be
like Him.
For the rocking chair is empty and so are my dreams
desires
hopes and sometimes
everything it seems.
Longing, pining
For the Father of Father's
to hold me
rock me
fill the emptiness of my arms, of my heart.
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