Words From the Past.

I recently read a poem from years past it told of my dark days lonely nights and my struggles with life, rhymes that matched, or so I thought words that carried a meaning, a filling, a poem of being, It`s so odd to hear these word out loud my thoughts, my believes, the pain that raged inside and the work I did to hide, lost, stoned, mad, sad, and dare I say scared, In my words the world was to large, I wasn`t in charge of my life I wondered, roamed, ran, and faded, emotional numbness was the diagnosis a soul befriended by sin, a heart that let no one in, eyes not yet seeing, I seen how words took me to a new high how phrases help clear my mind how the tragedy that was my life was never my doing that my cries and my prayers never went unheard that he was up there. I could read how powerful I became when I picked myself up and said no more, there was no reason for me to stay down to use my past to say I can`t how I took control of my life and found away, I never seen this far a head a father with two great kids a loving wife from years of marriage, not a rag to riches story but more of a true story, a story often told by prison inmates drug attics or thief's, I never used my past to kill my future, my hopes, or dreams I used it to rise from the ashes to fuel my desire to appreciate where I come from, what I have, to take time with kids and wife every day. looking into my eyes and seeing my smile there is no tell tale of the hell I been through, there is no anger, no pain, no blame, I`m a man at peace a man with love, with great hopes, big dreams, with words of wisdom, words with meaning words of relief.