Driven by a kiss that never reached its destination, my inner light emerges into a furious rage of passionate displeasure; consuming the air that nourishes the vessel that keeps me awake. Summon the echoes from my past in pursuit of exoneration, portrayal of dreadful guilt once and once again. I wonder thru life perplexed and drenched in self-petty. Agony bathes in sorrow; tears carve the wrinkles in the surface of my façade. The grief devours my faith. Fear impoverishes health and takes prerogative over my fait, the mud that surrounds my existence; the abhorrence that molds my truth. A beam of light ordained by the King of Love and Mercy, peeks into the nucleus of my universe and warms the cold soul that lingers mournful with its unconformity. A prayer whispered with a frail breath hopes to embrace the immense benevolence of God so He may grant strength and longevity so I may figure. I sigh.
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