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A Blessed Seeking Soul
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Poetry Folder. I have been giving a gift that what seems to me that some might kill for.
A gift that I was blessed with from birth.
A gift that was given "to me" that could only come from above.
Family, Friends, Sisters, Brothers, Teachers, and God fearing people that I could only admire but never obtain.
I have been given a token that , many people tend to lose when this troubled world tears them down.
A place to call home.
A place to lay my confused head upon
I AM BLESSED!
Yes... I am fully aware of that matter of fact, every night since the day that a sweet angel whispered in my ear... I Never stopped thanking God and If I so happened to forget...just know I never forgot him.
BUT WITH ALL I HAVE BEEN GIVEN...IT'S NOT ENOUGH to fill my profundity pain.
I have come to realize that, maybe it's not the materialistic things, or the people in my life that can help fill this never ending black hole BUT it is I that must forgive, remember, learn, and grow so I can cure my sick soul.
ALL these years I lived life ignoring and wishing the pain would just disappear.
Praying to God just to take it away pleaseeee... when all he was waiting on was ME now hopefully he can fulfill his deeds and USE ME.
