Fractured Faith…

by thrutheashesblog, posted in ;, Balancing Mental Illness, borderline personality disorder, bpd, Depression, END THE STIGMA, Faith, Fuck Mental Illness, grief, Making time for what's important, Mental health, Mental Health awareness, Mental Health recovery, Mental Illness Awareness, my story isn't over yet., poetry, poetry, ptsd, Self-care, Storms, suicide survivor, Uncategorized, Writing Therapy 
Believers
Friends
Family
People taken before their time.

I strive to believe. 
I fight to believe.
There must be a purpose to it all, right?

My faith has been strong,
my belief unshakeable,
now fractured into dust.

I don't understand, Lord.
Help me understand, Lord.
Friends falling ill,
Family gone before their time,
They are all at peace now,
At peace with You.

My Faith has been testes and left fractured,
I am weary Lord,
Carrying a heavy burden on this climb of life,
this hell locked in my mind.

I fight to find a purpose to it all.
I fight to believe it is not all for naught,
I fight with the loss surrounding me,
I fight to believe in You.

My faith is fractured.

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