I Enjoy Poetry
I Wrote This In 2008. It's About Not Giving Up And Trusting In God For A Higher Purpose
By:
Kindal
Written on July 20th, 2010
I will keep and hold back the tears,
take each moment as a gift and elicit a purposeful smile.
I will place my armor in the weakest throws and hold my shield out in front of me as I pull down my iron mask,
I breath, I move, nothing more nothing less just those simple tasks.
I open my hands and stretch out my fingers spreading them wide,
I allow my breath to slip through like sand and an overwhelming freedom is felt inside.
Whatever test or obstacles it doesn't matter to me anymore, it's a closing of one and an opening of another door.
I didn't ask for this and yet I created it. I summoned it from the depths of my despair,
It seemed the path was destined to be hard to get to there.
I'm climbing this mountain to get to the sunshine and warmth at the top,
I will reach my destination but will not stop.
Each goal is a stone and leap of faith,
but the pain remains and I cannot erase,
the many times of blame and owing myself the punishment and cursings for allowing the wax and wane as I set my own pace.
Moving into victory is a captivating release,
and the bloodied field is now ready to speak it's peace
take each moment as a gift and elicit a purposeful smile.
I will place my armor in the weakest throws and hold my shield out in front of me as I pull down my iron mask,
I breath, I move, nothing more nothing less just those simple tasks.
I open my hands and stretch out my fingers spreading them wide,
I allow my breath to slip through like sand and an overwhelming freedom is felt inside.
Whatever test or obstacles it doesn't matter to me anymore, it's a closing of one and an opening of another door.
I didn't ask for this and yet I created it. I summoned it from the depths of my despair,
It seemed the path was destined to be hard to get to there.
I'm climbing this mountain to get to the sunshine and warmth at the top,
I will reach my destination but will not stop.
Each goal is a stone and leap of faith,
but the pain remains and I cannot erase,
the many times of blame and owing myself the punishment and cursings for allowing the wax and wane as I set my own pace.
Moving into victory is a captivating release,
and the bloodied field is now ready to speak it's peace
By:
Kindal
Age:
46-50
,
Female
