Biographical Poetry posted July 5, 2023

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God's love can put the pieces back together!

Falling to pieces

by Charity Stewart

I'm falling to pieces.
Scolding words of critics never ceases.
I'm a human being, not a superhero.
Disrespect covers my plate while my confidence hits ground zero.
All I needed was some love and respect.
I'm abnormal, so my emotions many people neglect.
I'm treated like a wounded animal, I need a vet.
Overwhelming stress causes me to sweat.
Dripping tears of blood in my poems, which I'm starting to regret.
I have been dead a long time, but God ain't done with me yet.
I wish being God's messenger came with a safety net.
I believe the devil wants me dead, how much do you want to bet?
I never was good at English or pronouncing words.
Graduated a year early, I must have been a nerd.
Fallen into nothingness, you haven't heard?
Dragging my name in the dirt is so absurd.
Poetry performances no need because my pain leaks through every word.
I'm hated like the son of man, all that negativity is for the birds. 
How can you kiss me with the same lips you bit me?
I'm falling to pieces, painful reality winds must have hit me.
Have you ever fallen but never hit the ground?
I'm falling still, lost, but never found.
I'm screaming for hope, but faith is not around.
Code red alert: Why can't anyone hear the sound?
The night sky gives all the stars a reason to shine, except for mine.
Reaching out for a helping hand.
Instead of putting my life's pieces together, I toss them while I ran.
Wish I was a better woman with a supportive man.
Everyone is telling me to stay strong, but I don't believe I can.
Unmanaged migraines, extreme bipolar.
Baby steps of recovery, I still need a stroller.
If I delivered God's message, who cares how I dress?
God said, "Come as you are, I'm not here to impress."
 I'm a complete mess, don't think of me any less.
Road to redemption, strongly I caress.
The crowd eagerly watches as I fall to pieces.
Drifting away as my purpose starts to decrease.
Shout out to God for helping me pick this beat, you helping me preach.
Poetry is the only thing keeping the peace when I'm falling to pieces.

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