Script Of My Life
Abby Saila@sailaabby718822
2 months ago
The script of my life, penned by a Mastercraftsman,
Who designed my life's blueprint,
Before time's foundation,
Cradled in adoring arms, deepest affection,
Shown a pathway, as clear as noon's light,
But I washed my feet with heretics,
Casting my lot in with them,
Overpowering the voice of reason,
I fiddled with them of no repute,
As the Relevant One watched in silence,
Shunned the evident sorrows written,
I long to free myself of those vigilant eyes,
My moment of reprieve was granted,
And I leaped for joy like a gazelle,
Finally free to make my own choices,
Without those adoring eyes,
Trailing my every step,
I washed my hands free of those eyes,
In league with those I thought were for me,
Soon, like the prodigal son, I ran out,
Of resources, rest, help,
Certain for sure my new companions,
Were more than capable of looking after me,
I poured my heart to them,
Only to have doors slam on my face,
Leaving behind the harsh reality that,
I had been misled, misplaced,
By my desires and rambling thoughts,
Taking stock of my losses,
I remembered finally a dearest dear,
Hat in hand, with a mouse-like tread,
For my usual boldness fled,
Scarcely had I knocked when,
He pulled me into a tender embraced,
And welcomed me like a long lost child!
© sailabby
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