Dear Problems, - Poem by Kay Tee
There's this being that I heard of, they say they call Him God. I don't know if you know of Him but He could do it all. He could catch a moving bullet. He can stop a moving train and if you ask Him really nicely He can take away the pain. He could solve each and every one of you, but let's me do it on my own. When I told Him all about you He did pick up the phone. He never did respond just the way I'd like, with solutions health and happiness, never announced it through a mic. But I learned that He has His ways and that I have
Mine too. So although you don't work out today eventually you do. Then I asked Him why He gave you to me, to have a harder life? To cry myself to sleep at night? Its seriously not right. Then He sent a picture to me of a little boy. He lives alone with out his parents and without a single toy. He has more of you than I imagined, but keeps a smile on his face. You know he isn't Jewish but before he eats hell say his grace. I had never done that and my problems are just mild. Now look closely at this boy, he's like a grown up child. I think of you now and you're not my holdback you're my motivation, and when I compare you to his problems I feel humiliation. With me and my and God there's no collaboration? Who can even do that? Really, Fascination. So I told myself to get a grip and let go of you all, you aren't really that much of a burden after all.
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