Who's life is it?
& Who is god.
Give me the glimmer in there name.
I was gifted by you, you gave me a soul.
But for a second I could barley speak.
Additional to addiction left me addicted.
For I was just a shell being used for false deeds.
When I was alone-kept asking who is god.
You gave birth to me, when you did.
I left the womb into the world cold.
From darkness to light, wet, like a lake at first.
I could hardly breathe.
Then I felt your warmth All around me I felt you.
God.
What is that feeling, at the time i was unsure.
Now older and alone additional to addiction, I sit not in the womb but in walls, not secureded but traped by thought.
That feeling watched as you gasped for air.
With every gasp, you pulling in carbon not oxygen.
Addiction was just additional to god, the feeling was void.
Dark and cold.
Like a stormy night, a blizzard blowing fridget winds.
Left you alone asking
& Who is god.
Realizing life was yours all along, love saw you. Now you heal alone, but not alone, with those who followed you, now gifted-filled you are love.
Whom is God.
©mekhibelue
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