aminahjaan
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Enjoy, this poem is called "Reborn."
Reborn:
My eyes moisten and my heart aches
On my knees, who do I turn to?
Who do I go to?
Easing the walls I built around myself
Who can tear them down and see the real me?
Who can I crawl to in order to help me fly?
Him.
He hears me and answers me through my trials.
With one prayer He can induce my smiles
He is like the candle in the darkness in my life
I trip and I stumble
I fall in the thorns and He leaves it up to me to pick myself up.
For only through discipline and mistakes is how we learn.
He refutes my doubt
He pacifies my shouts
And ultimately, He lets me chose my route
As mankind, protected by the rose, we are all the thorns.
So if you remain unanswered, and torn
Call to Him
He will answer
And when you turn to Him
You are reborn.
