A Poem by ScrayVyle

Something I wrote when I was laying in bed, contemplating life. I was a bit upset.


Maybe it’s the fear that holds me in place

Despite the prompts that this is not a race.

We are not in a hurry, but we are told the end is in sight

So why should I sit here comfortably and not put up a fight?


Slow to anger, quick to forgive

But how can I when I’m forced to relive

The fears of my past

But I’m told they won’t last…


It is increasingly harder to hold suppressed

The fears that now must be addressed

And the insecurities that dwell deep within…

It is difficult to decide where I should begin.


Digging into the depths of my subconscious

Makes me feel needlessly, hopelessly cautious

About what deep-seated effects

Has caused my life to become so complex…


I must rely on him, not on me

But why can’t they even see

The good I do every day, the progress I’ve made

But, still, they don’t bother to come to my aid


It is all so hard but I am doing my best

I am scrutinizing my intentions so I can pass every test

Tests of my loyalty, tests of my strength

It is not said to be easy so I must study at length

© 2014 ScrayVyle

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Incredible. :) Like SmittyJas said. It is very well written and I enjoyed every line in every stanza. :) Continue on writing. It is phenomenal.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Very well written very well read understand every word every sentence and stanza in my way. We are alike new struggles every day problems we can't explain to our families or our closest friends. Sometimes I steer in the mirror to a blank face. A reflective write of you true life. Blessing to your plite.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on September 16, 2014
Last Updated on September 20, 2014
Tags: life, contemplation, writing, poety, poem, art, bible, god, jehovah, slow, rely, hair, intentions




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