Seeing Is Believing
Seeing is believing.
On the darkest nights
the truth always comes to light.
So I ask, "where are you," and what's your plan if I might?"
Why have you allowed me to reach this intolerable threshold of pain?
Since you understand.
Losing my spirit.
My vision is far from it's clearest.
Keeping these feelings bottled up,
I may end up at Mr. P's
Bottled up.
I must get that spirit back.
Walking with diligence.
Observing his signs.
Living the way he would.
The truth has become so clear.
Awaits me is a new life.
It's evident,
my so called "mistakes"
have prepared me for life's
next shake.
That I came to believe.
Trusting,
I will get that spirit back.
His blessings have been received.
Copyright © Matt T. Love | Year Posted 2010
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