A Poem by debileah

Life is a gift from God, our Creator. The roads we travel can be found quite rocky, often we suffer emence pain and suffering. We look to the heavens when we are broken and at our wits end. We cry tears of pain, sorrow and we mourn our grievances, we reap the harvest of what we have sown whether or not it was a slap in the face or a kiss on the cheek. Kinda reminds me of Jesus Christ and Judas Escariot. When your down on your knees and you have no one to turn to, you are alone, frightened, and overwhelmed with the loss of hope for the morrow and the only peace you may would be seeing your life flash before your eyes as you meet with death face to face. Choose life! For a life well lived is the most vulnerable to hatred, fear, destruction and devastation of the soul and the most delicate part of the human experience is when you learn to crawl before you walk. You haved survived the the trials and the tribulations that you endured. Today. Stand up! Stand strong! for you/I have braved the storms, weathered the battlefield and came out of the trenches. Standing tall! Standing strong! Today, I am a "Warrior."

© 2017 debileah

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Added on June 12, 2017
Last Updated on June 12, 2017



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