chest an idea

I am at the point in my life where things need to be made and I am scared. Not scared in the sense of fearing death, but scared in being hurt once again. Feelings, oh feelings, they come and go like ocean tides. You can never rely on them. I guess it’s been years of hurting and being ignorant toward the pain, putting pain in a chest and under lock. I’ve bought different sizes, but there’s no longer a big enough chest for all the excuses, hurting, confusions that I’ve put there. The only big enough chest is God. I’ve put a couple in there, or maybe a lot, but a lot is not all of it. I don’t know where I am going with this, other than I am hoping if you have a chest like I do, don’t keep buying bigger ones, instead be smart, learn from me, you don’t have to experience it. Grab that chest, and give it to the chest that everything and anything fits in, how I like to call him my “papi”, my “dadda”; God. God for me has been that best friend guy you have since you were young, yet you never decided to be in a relationship, be committed with him. I need to move him (God) up the ladder. Hope in some way, you’re spoken to.  

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Don’t plant an idea on someone; if once it gives its fruits, you want to cut it. Cut its fruits, and roots.