bunnibelle
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another poem… but I tried a ghazal style of poetry
oh and there’s a title this time
~ Rujū at Last ~
I broke apart in ways I never prayed—
And in my ruins... somehow, He still stayed.
This heart was stitched with threads of doubt, all frayed—
But through the ache and silence, He still stayed.
They saw the tears I never tried to hide—
And when they turned away, He still stayed.
My trespasses could fill the sky and darken light—
But when I bowed in shame, He still stayed.
Ta’ih, you speak of pain like it’s your home,
But in your deepest sorrow, He still stayed
oh and there’s a title this time
~ Rujū at Last ~
I broke apart in ways I never prayed—
And in my ruins... somehow, He still stayed.
This heart was stitched with threads of doubt, all frayed—
But through the ache and silence, He still stayed.
They saw the tears I never tried to hide—
And when they turned away, He still stayed.
My trespasses could fill the sky and darken light—
But when I bowed in shame, He still stayed.
Ta’ih, you speak of pain like it’s your home,
But in your deepest sorrow, He still stayed