"Walking my days with minuscule hope i dreamed for the day i would die.Waiting for the moment for my next fixation of a drink, my concoctions became my savior...
i walked within a damage body, constricting my mind to fit in a box, i eagerly waiting and yearned for death. With no hope, came no determination, with little hope came little expectations. Giving all and receiving none, i lost all hope, my faith derived from depression my strengths came from a drunken state of mind. My minimum hope created my minimum life, maximizing a yearning for death.
Darkness consumed me. It became my dream, it became my resting place. It scared me, it frightened me, but i deserved it . Within that darkness i was being pulled, i was stuck as my surroundings heated up. Nervous and sweating my hope became my dream, and my dreams became death.
The things that i hoped for came about,
as i made noises somewhat as a shout,
but in the darkness who is there to hear me?
For i dreamed of death, and death became my dream. Sleeping and dreaming with no hope... i saw a light sparkle. i saw a light that i could grasp too, then my slumbered stopped and a peace came. A spark of light ignited something within me. The spark became an abundance of hope, that was strong enough to pull me from my darkness of slumber. Now i die daily to myself. Now i die daily, not for a physical death but to live. i die too those things that once held me, restricted me...that was killing me.
Hope, faith, restoration and peace. From a sparkle of light i received and see all that i missed all that i rejected all that i wanted. From a minimum of light and more hope, no longer am i dead, no long when i rest in my slumber. For now my visions are more profound as i rest my eyes. i die to live and i will live far long after i die, for my joy has come, as it does in the morning."
God is Love and He Loves you and so do i
virg
Copyright2011 Wise Words/Tharp
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