My Restart - Poem by Achim Wollscheid
Why do we as people carry on about our love
When it finds its ways of running short?
How can we, blessed people, talk about our pain?
It occured to me that I have everything
And nothing is out of place.
I saw that my passion was never as pure;
I know my affection could never amount
To what flows from the Lord.
I cannot clench my chest and say 'erase the misery,
Remove my sadness' because I know it is dust,
It is desperately small.
There is no way I can say, 'I am sincerely in love'
Because I can never truly know anyone, like you know me, at all.
You are better than family,
Better than friends who will sometimes let me down.
Only through you,
My endless stream of love and joy is found.
This world has its methods of starving me
To prepare me for the lies it feeds,
But it can never offer me anything I need.
Through with having this seared and lonely heart,
I say adieu to the crooked attachment I grew for its food.
God is paving the way for my brand new start.
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