I remember painting prayers
Countless
Sending them into the clouds
On winds of desperation
I remember waiting
The agony bubbled up
Silence only ensued
More paintings
It seems as if God didn’t need my paintings
I’ve given up on painting
They are always met with tears or flames
Pleas of sadness up in flames
I like to think of God as an artist
Specifically a painter
Everything is all planned out
No need for an explanation
Then, pray tell, was my plan
I never got a reason
Just paintings with a sad girl
Who is ashamed and confused
I burnt your paintings
About the Creator
Jenna
Hello!
Welcome to my random ramblings. I've always loved writing so think of this as a way for me to archive all the ideas in my head. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading.
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