Why does things have to be so like this, the morning rain, the heartache and pain. The sorrow, and the tears. Tattoo tears, and caskets. Why does things have to be so like this, living in this fallen world. living in this fallen world. living in this fallen world of heartache and worrying. I look to God, hold my faith, trust God, and live.
Chrissie Christana
© 6.7.21
Chrissie's Poems 2021 