A poem about this thing we call gravity...

I wrote this for my mom and dad. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Gravity

by Brianna Anderson

What if things don’t get better?
It would be easier to just give up hope
and write my suicide letter.

No, this isn’t how things should be!
I know the truth, but I can’t live my life in theory;
Reality’s gravity is too strong a pull.
It’s bringing me down and I’m weary.
I can’t do this on my own.
I’m falling again, into the fear of the unknown.

The truth is only He can defy this gravity.
He is the one who will pull me up
And save me from my depravity.

Teach me again Lord, help me believe
that your grace is unending;
Even if I fail again in all that I try to achieve.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
I have tried to do your will
And I keep making the same mistakes.

The way life is now, isn’t something I would have chosen.
My heart feels like it’s broken.
But gravity can’t keep me down when your love overflows;
And takes me high off the ground from all my worldly cares.
They are gone now, thrown into the air.