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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Arts · #944589
Trying to truly soar.
I don’t know if I can ever truly open my mind, God knows I try. The feelings of sorrow and pain always seem to give way to an illusion of grandeur. How long can I endure?

What is still pure in this world filled with joy and heartache? How many mistakes must I
make before I can take back myself from this prison I have locked myself in? When can I begin to soar?

Dear God I know you hear my pleas! I am stronger from your love.

How can I see the truth if I am blind. I have committed many crimes but was not caught. But I am persecuted when I am not in the wrong. I don’t understand.

I guess I must pay.

Tomorrow is of course another day.

Things in my life that torture my soul I can't bear to reveal. So inside of me they stay sealed.

Tears cannot be shed. Sometimes I wish it would end.

I WILL NEVER GIVE IN!

There is still too much for me to do!
There is still too much for me to prove.
If only to myself.

So here I see that I can soar.
But I must climb higher.
And higher.
Until the day I break.

I pray that I leave at least hope in my wake.

Now I see that my greatness is not a consequence of to much pride. But a result of the power that I have inside.

Now I feel I must hide.
Hide From those who would take everything that I Cherish.

When will the notion of hate perish?

Hope will never be lost as I stop looking towards the future and focus on now.

Maybe I am too proud.

But alas this soul searching has brought me back to where I began.

If I can ever truly release myself from this fear of others not loving me for whom I am...

Who am I?
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