Sometimes, I feel as though I'm a puppet. My strings being pulled by the Devil. Turn right. Turn left. Go up that hill. Fall. Get back up. Laugh it off. Smile. Make yourself believe that everyone is laughing with you, but in reality, their laughing AT you. But eventually, you notice, & you feel used, betrayed. Cause those people never cared about you in the first place. They tricked you into thinking that they did, so that when you finally wake-up to reality, you notice all the knives in your back.
But it's not all bad, cause all those times you felt unworthy, are suddenly washed away, & as time passes, you pick up the pieces of that broken puzzle of yours, & piece it back together again. Sure, you got some glue in that mess of yours, but it's okay, cause if GOD can make a blind man see, have crippled men walk, bring back to life the sick & with a single touch, heal all diseases, he can fix a broken heart with ease.
So I will continue to raise my hands to him. I will continue to sing with all my might for him. I will praise him till my bones ace, my voice dries out, my knees bleed & I'm out of tears to shed for him. Then I will praise some more.
I know that there is always a reason for what he does, & that he never makes a mistake. The only mistakes that are made, are made by the Devil. I know that God has a plan for me, & for my life, & that by the end of it all, I will be, all ******* with ribbons & string & delivered to him. :)
I made this poem awhile back at the request of my mom to title a poem 'All ******* With Ribbons & String'.