"My Soul Speaks!" Do my tears reflect my being of a weak kind? Am I perceived by what others believe me to be? Why? I try to reach forward for a love I've never found; must I drown to surround myself with the spirits that's escaped bondage by sacrifice? Does a man equate a shell of frail veneerity, where within he's crying for support of productive energy but remains afraid to be rejected as the child without a mother or fathers; Farther within my maze I gaze at possibilities in the love shared by others. I watch the children directed and nurtured by fathers & mothers; relationships of significance shared by lovers, and imagine what pleasure is held in being held & encouraged to live out your dreams; Am I wrong for the conditioning of what it is to be superficially strong? Evasive of what my heart holds my passion is stored for reasons of my own - Am I selfish? Or selfless where ink spills my fluid thoughts as blood on soil during a war - yes a war with self to advance as a baby crawling to take steps. I gradually learn from the qualities of existence; this is a therapy I once resisted. I'm blessed to see others smile & spirits uplifted - Am I gifted? If so graces to God! |
||