The Day God Read My Poetry

THE DAY GOD READ MY POETRY

Perhaps I was sad
Perhaps I was lonely
Perhaps I was tired
Perhaps I wanted out
Perhaps I almost gave up
Perhaps  despaired
Perhaps I feared
Perhaps something weird
Perhaps  naive
Perhaps I didnt know
Perhaps ungrateful
for thanks I wouldn't show.
Perhaps was searching
searching for more
Perhaps I was crazy
perhaps.
Perhaps mistaken
perhaps im lying
perhaps its luck
perhaps not.
That I wrote verses
then  threw them away
Perhaps God came down
perhaps a look.
Perhaps he reads notes
when you dont see

Perhaps he read mine

I didnt know.

The many ways HE shows.
Perhaps all poets know
Perhaps he saved me
Perhaps I say.

Perhaps Ill never know

Perhaps its faith

when God reads notes
notes kept safe.
This was my closet
secrets kept within
perhaps God sees secrets
rewards them openly.

Cause notes do tear

as hearts do care
tears do fall,when no ones there.

Its the thought that counts
no need for show

silent words, perhaps
I dont know.
Perhaps a miracle,I must believe, 

perhaps memories to retriece.
Perhaps HE does work mysterious ways

the day God read my poetry.

Mythical_Poet