Why me?
Why now?
Why so long?
Do I lack power?
Do I lack resilience?
Do I need to be tougher?
Why is it me
That always has to suffer?
Why these dark feelings
Around every corner?
Why has life conspired
To make each day harder?
Why these dark days?
Why does the sun hide?
How many more times
Must I experience pain in my life?
I have become filled up
With Pain’s toxic pus
I am swelling at the seams
I am about to burst
And yet still
I am held together
Despite all these questions
That life has delivered
But the simple answer is
Pain comes to us all
I am thankful that
It has not caused me to fall
And so I wait
For the hope around the bend
For my questions to melt away
As this dark tunnel ends
Why Me?

Anger, Bitterness, Christ, Christian Poetry, Depression, Emotions, God, Healing, Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, Trauma, Trust, Writing

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