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His right is right
And so's His left.
His burden's light
Despite its heft.

Easy's His yoke,
And, I attest,
A spirit broke
Is also blessed.

Invisible God
Himself reveals
To the bipod
His Spirit seals.
Gerard M Jul 2021
The ones who accepts you for who you are no matter what

The ones who'll travel through all of time and space just to save you

The ones who'd do anything for you to be in their life

The ones who would do anything to see you smile

The ones who stayed up all night worrying cause they care about you

Their the ones who's family whether or not of it being a chosen one or by blood

Cause That's What Love Is
"Blood Doesn't Make A Family. Love Does." - Anonymous
TG May 2021
When you´ve never been the chosen one in younger years,
And you still aren´t the chosen one in adult years,
It feels like a lifelong grief
That´ll never end...
It can leave you traumatized. When you´ve never been chosen. You´ve always seen ohers taking the lead, being prioritized, while you never were the important one. This pain lays real deep and will never really go away. Failure after failure the you´ll feel more empty and believe more and more that you´ll never be the chosen one. But you know what, you can always chose yourself. What if the world didn´t see your beautiful soul, but you did. You matter, you are important and you are the chosen one. As long as you would pick yourself as the chosen one nothing else matters<3
Jip Feb 2021
I pity the flower who is chosen
her craftsmanship wasted
beauty nor skill will save her
if a human hand picks

it is not lucky to be chosen
Poor plants just doing their best to be chosen by pollinators
Isabella Nov 2020
Words still unspoken
Hearts remain broken
Ever since the moment
I was not chosen
daffodil Aug 2020
A crack in my mirror, right in the centre
splits my image into a thousand pieces
versions of myself never quite realised
all that I am and all that I could be
each fragment a glimpse into a path not chosen
fingers reaching out to touch the glass
dipping into the reflection, a pool of possibility
if only I could crawl through the looking glass
or break on through to the other side
would I miss this place
am I happier there
Ylzm Jul 2020
Lust's outcome, unwanted, abandoned at birth.
Mothered by strangers, some naturally motherly,
some perversely wicked; fathers, a terrifying notion.
Fearing constantly: of the next face, the next stranger,
the next meal, the next bath, of dark and dawn.
Thrown about, moved around, from hand to hand;
Recovering from bruises to bruises, from slaps to whips.

But for being chosen from before the beginning,
and a name etched permanently in the Book of Life,
was found, saved, raised and guarded by Love.
The trauma of becoming left no resentful damage
but nurtured an instinctive sensitive soul, most acutely aware
of the deceitfulness, perversity and utter wickedness of man
and a constant wonderment of the miracle of Love.
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