Strings Attached (Writer's Expressive Piece - 2)
Numerous strings withhold the body to keep it controlled
Parents teach their child right from wrong to avoid them getting into trouble
Real friends and family members have each other's back in the roughest of times
Some even take on the parental role alone
But, what do you do when you have none of that?
When you fall on your face flat?
And no person in this world gives two craps?
Exactly.
Rumbling roars repeating
The truth subtly screaming
All to be covered up by a smile
A fake apology
And paper change to wipe away the memory
Until it happens again
And again
The beginning now so far back yet it's unclear if it will end
So sometimes, it's better to just pretend
Pretend...
That all of it is normal
That all of this is NORMAL
That it's so formal
And then, it's a constant routine that hides when goodness actually comes
Is it real?
Is it a ruse?
Is it too late or too soon?
And then it's decided
It's too good to be true
But...scissors
Scissors cut the strings attached
They cut ties to the old
They are the key to freedom
Be ye angry, and sin not
That is possible
Because He made it possible
Having wants and needs being valued for once
He is here to provide
Never needing a single soul to rely on
Because He is more than enough
Cut the strings attached
He is waiting for you
And He loves you.
Cutting off doesn't mean that love isn't there. Valuing God above everyone and everything doesn't make you heartless. In fact, that's how it's supposed to be. Without God, nothing has a purpose. Not everyone in your life is going to be there for you. In fact, they can and may betray you. We're flawed humans. The ability to do great and terrible things rest on our choices and who we choose to serve. You're either with or against God. There is no in between. No compromising for anything.
- Author