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Marie Wilson Poem
I Am
I am woman in the Realm of Man
I am inner light in a place that’s growing dim
I am strength in a time that reaps weakness
I am deep as an ocean in a dry and barren land
I am unusual in a uniformly yielding world
I am colorful when shades of dullness unveil
I am animation in a slow motion picture
I am Harmony in the Clash of the Ages
I am truth in a creation of lies
I am a rock holding up the quick sands of time
I am hope in a land full of despair
I am inner child as conformity matures
I am integrity in a world grown corrupt
I am courage in the face of adversity
I am faithfulness to the Great I Am
I am control when all seems helpless
I am melody when cacophony rains down
I am sobriety in a drunken state of mind
I am Mother Nature trapped in a web of steel
I am serenity as the raging storm sets in
I am bliss when life grows cumbersome
I am craziness that guards against insanity
I am soul as the flesh bleeds and withers
I am laughter when somberness invades
I am more than what existence intended me to be!
Copyright © Marie Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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Marie Wilson Poem
This Journey
Been on a downward spiral since the day of my very birth
Lost in a whirlwind of what is meaning for me on this earth
I start to see a glimmer of hope bursting through the storm clouds
Suddenly thunder rolls around me, it arouses my doubts
I can feel the hard rains of oppression dropping down on me
Briefly a ray of chance shines through and it dares to set me free
The strong winds of confusion anxiously tries to knock me down
With it comes the sweet scent of victory blowing all around
Seas of conformity rising above me and I try to jump in
Crashing waves crushing my soul, I feel myself sink, so I try to swim
A winter of destitute is settling deep in my thoughts
In this cold the warmth of restitution is so desperately sought
My life drifts by like the sands of time in a dessert wind
Even in this barren place, small things piece together to form purpose again
Flames of desperation consume me and dares to burn my faith
Though smoke filled lungs I cry out, God, just a little more grace
Copyright © Marie Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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Marie Wilson Poem
Without Passion, there is no Ambition
Without Ambition, there is no Purpose
Without Purpose there is no Hope
Without Hope, there is no Reason
Without Reason, there is no Life
Without Life, there is no Existence
Copyright © Marie Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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