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She mourned day and night Frustration prevailed as she listened to their whines “I hate the rain!” They said “Ugh not another cloudy day” Grief turn to anger As she realized they weren’t seeing her pain A feeling of neglect A feeling of being ignored How can they hate me How can they feel my rain but can’t see that I’m sad How can they disregard my sufferings but want my joy My children need hydration My children need me more I’m drain by my title of Mother Nature No one helps me anymore Shall the forecast be grey for months with loom and resentment Shall I make thunder and lightning Shall I drown them for their ungratefulness How these people lack empathy I fear I don’t want to know The choices they make are priorities led by their selfish desires Will I allow them to control my emotions No, not any more I will be calm I will focus on my purpose I will feed my children I will take care of the flock I will care for myself generously Without reluctance or compulsion I will no longer yearn healing from people who only seek to use me for their gain I will call my Father who created me this way I will lean on His strength when I’m not strong I will find joy when I need a song I will pour my tears on His feet with gratitude for His love towards me Yes, I will depend on my Father to comfort me So when I cry, it won’t last too long I remember my Father words and His songs So when I hear them gossip Tenacious through trepidation That’s what Reginald Sharpe Jr says Yes, like my Father, providing new mercies and grace each day I will clean the slate of the mess they made not holding on to condemnation Not holding on to resentment or sin For I am a sinner too A Saint within While it hurts naturally so the disconnection between my people and I. I will choose to love them the same as my Father instructed me so. Not in betrayal to myself but in healthy distance with the reminder that we are all God’s children
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Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 2:08 AM UTC
When The Sky Began to Cry
She mourned day and night Frustration prevailed as she listened to their whines “I hate the rain!” They said “Ugh not another cloudy day” Grief turn to anger As she realized they weren’t seeing her pain A feeling of neglect A feeling of being ignored How can they hate me How can they feel my rain but can’t see that I’m sad How can they disregard my sufferings but want my joy My children need hydration My children need me more I’m drain by my title of Mother Nature No one helps me anymore Shall the forecast be grey for months with loom and resentment Shall I make thunder and lightning Shall I drown them for their ungratefulness How these people lack empathy I fear I don’t want to know The choices they make are priorities led by their selfish desires Will I allow them to control my emotions No, not any more I will be calm I will focus on my purpose I will feed my children I will take care of the flock I will care for myself generously Without reluctance or compulsion I will no longer yearn healing from people who only seek to use me for their gain I will call my Father who created me this way I will lean on His strength when I’m not strong I will find joy when I need a song I will pour my tears on His feet with gratitude for His love towards me Yes, I will depend on my Father to comfort me So when I cry, it won’t last too long I remember my Father words and His songs So when I hear them gossip Tenacious through trepidation That’s what Reginald Sharpe Jr says Yes, like my Father, providing new mercies and grace each day I will clean the slate of the mess they made not holding on to condemnation Not holding on to resentment or sin For I am a sinner too A Saint within While it hurts naturally so the disconnection between my people and I. I will choose to love them the same as my Father instructed me so. Not in betrayal to myself but in healthy distance with the reminder that we are all God’s children
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30/Cisgender Female/American
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 2:08 AM UTC
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