SINCERE

POETRY PAINWater flows from her eyes like rain in need of help while experiencing this deep pain. Nothing really seems right anymore sitting on the couch looking out the door. Never receiving any visitors, all alone developing the feeling that she don't belong. Each day pass bye the pain gets worse wondering will she take her life or will GOD do it first. Not knowing what each day will bring but the pain seem greater as the birds sing. Through her hands in the air and asked, "WHY?" The LORD reached down and wiped the tears from her eyes; saying to her, " My child why cry, just let me lead and you won't die. Give me your hand and follow my lead to that Beautiful land of Milk and Honey."