In The Welcome Arms Of Love
A poem by MK Douglas Copyright © 2011
As I stumbled across the hard wood floor holding my hand to my chest
I mumbled to myself could I actually be the one who is gonna die next
Of a broken heart?
Oh heart of sorrow, don't fail me now. I have to catch my breath
I wanna be here tomorrow so please help me fight this death
And all of the voices inside of my head telling me that this is my end
I will make the right choice to not lie dead but compellingly love again
This Love I received from the Father, no way will I let it wither away
It's holding me like a gifted potter who keeps molding me out of the clay
I'm glad to be held in the welcome arms of Love instead of lying in a cold dark grave
It had to be hard for those who died from sorrow after being told they had to part ways
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