There are days where I am not capable of the amount of love you deserve,
There are days where I am more sinner than saint,
And I am so sorry for that because you deserve so much better,
But I am not better,
I am simply a work in progress,
A poor soul trapped in a world it doesn't belong in,
Who am I?
Who am I to dictate to others right from wrong when I cannot fix myself?
Who am I to lecture those who followed the same footprints as me?
Who am I?
Who am I?
About the Creator
Jai Storm
An avid writer who utilizes real life experiences and places them delicately onto paper for others to live vicariously through.
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Fiction
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