Voices


As I sit in my room,
head swarming, room spinning,
"Wrong side of heaven."
The voices shout,
"Righteous side of hell."
They snicker,
Little demons trying to run my life.
Telling me everything I love is false.
"Wrong side of heaven. After all you're nothing. Never will be! No one likes you! That's right, get depressed, and follow me!"
But God said,
"No! She's my child, and will do many things."
He took me into his arms,
and gave me comfort to keep pushing on.

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