I never
knew how to pray
to
surrender to what I cannot explain
I
believed that I was the only one
who
could dictate the way of my path
I never
understood faith
a
concept my mind could not bend
I
couldn’t make it fit in the boxes
that I
compartmentalize in my head
I was
always the one to blame
when I
wrote the storyline
And in
being the villain I glorified
the
right to ease my pain
I hid
away in the darkened corners
and
drowned in a bottle of numb
Slowly
dying from this self-imposed exile
yet
crying that I was alone
For
years, for nearly a lifetime
I was
simply waiting to die
But I
think the reality was
I
couldn’t even commit to that
I’d
walk, even run, then trip and fall
but the
circle always spun back
To the
place where I would stare at myself
and not
recognized my own face
The
staggering, stumbling, screaming
the
nonsense of drunken slurs
And
then the inevitable regret and remorse
as the
circle spun again
The
inexorable end of this fabled tale
illuminated
by grace
In the light
of mercy and love
I
turned to find a blank page
The
morning is awake with sounds of hope
as the
world around me springs to life
With
open eyes I am humbled
I can
see the gift of this day
The sun
will rise and then set again
regardless
of my taking note
For a
lifetime I have taken for granted
and
wished every minute away
Today I
feel awake
today I
feel alive
Today I
want to feel the sun
warm
the surface of my skin
I want
to let hope wash over me
and
fill me from within
To let
light in through the cracks in the surface
where
darkness has always been
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