Poetry · Spiritual Reads

When I was born.

When I was born
I was a blank canvas
A life of different colors gifted by God

Given to me with a faith
A believe in my own self
by my Lord
To make it more beautiful.

To color it in a rainbow
With different emotions
But sadly I ruined it
By painting it in lust and ego
In the colors of hate and jealousy.

Now, no place for compassion
For I am lost in the darkness of evil
Evil that resides beneath my own self.

Still, a little reminder by my merciful partner
To reform and reconciliation
Between my pure soul and my life
A last chance to find my own lost self .

@Maya