The tiny crooked path,
Only the deceased are fit,
Yes, we the deceased.
Roaring fears of ours,
The earth understand us not,
Wait, are we normal?
Christian Life
Christianah Eneze
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 08/14/2021
Poet's note: This poem was written on 14th of August, 2021, it is dedicated to myself. The struggles of life in relation to christianity. The poem means that only someone who is dead to flesh can be successful in being a Christian, the world may not understand you but, God does.
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