A painting of a woman with her arms outstretched in the air


On the outside, my life seems to be improving - new opportunities arise, people compliment me, and things finally appear to be looking up. But inside, I feel myself deteriorating. As the superficial improves, a yawning abyss opens within me. I'm weighed down by worsening anxiety and despair. No matter how much things improve externally, I cannot shake the darkness taking hold. I feel God pulling me upwards, toward the light, promising a new and better existence. But at the same time, malevolent forces drag me down into a bottomless pit of suffering. I'm being stretched in both directions, unable to break free from these opposing forces. I feel ready to split apart, unsure if I'll find salvation or be swallowed by the abyss. My soul is the rope in this tug of war between divine and demonic. I'm caught in between, crying out in anguish. Will I rip apart and plunge into the depths, or be saved and lifted into God's love? I know a new existence awaits me, but I cannot foresee if I'll be resurrected or condemned. As the forces battle for my soul, I pray that God's light is victorious.
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On the outside
,
my life seems to be improving - new opportunities arise
,
people compliment me
,
and things finally appear to be looking up
.
But inside
,
I feel myself deteriorating
.
As the superficial improves
,
a yawning abyss opens within me
.
I'm weighed down by worsening anxiety and despair
.
No matter how much things improve externally
,
I cannot shake the darkness taking hold
.
I feel God pulling me upwards
,
toward the light
,
promising a new and better existence
.
But at the same time
,
malevolent forces drag me down into a bottomless pit of suffering
.
I'm being stretched in both directions
,
unable to break free from these opposing forces
.
I feel ready to split apart
,
unsure if I'll find salvation or be swallowed by the abyss
.
My soul is the rope in this tug of war between divine and demonic
.
I'm caught in between
,
crying out in anguish
.
Will I rip apart and plunge into the depths
,
or be saved and lifted into God's love
?
I know a new existence awaits me
,
but I cannot foresee if I'll be resurrected or condemned
.
As the forces battle for my soul
,
I pray that God's light is victorious
.
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