As surely as the sun is to rise in the morning that darkness will creep in and rack my soul
As surely as the rains will pour down I will fight with courage against the monsters that rage war within me
As often as the moon lights the night sky my persona shall shift from a creature of deep sorrow to passionately loving the strangers that cross my path
As often as the flowers wither in the winter my soul cries out to my God, “Father take me as I am, I need you now!”
Like the slow changing of the seasons my soul waits for the serenity of a sound and sane mind
Like the sound of the birds in spring I will call out to myself, “yes you can do this, yes you do matter.”
As surely as the earth circles the sun I will deal with the uncertainty of which person I will see in the mirror
As surely as all man will die I will forever be subjected to my brains ailments
This show will go on far beyond the day I am gone, so who am I to complain about the cards my God handed me?
Poetry
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It would be really be nice to get in touch with the author of this poem. This is a beautiful piece! #Esoteric
That would be me, and thank you. You can contact me at [email protected] if you would like