Sometimes I ask myself, why, what, when, and how?
Movements abound from one place to another;
no place is the same with me.
Then I come to realize my dreams;
I was tired of fighting the nightmares of the past.
I was really getting nowhere; actually,
Yes, I got somewhere- I found myself in the
dark valleys, strangled with vines of weeds
that had no purpose in my life.
Every time a promise was made, it be broken;
every time I try something, it be doomed;
every time I actually do something, a month later
it crashes to the floor, shattered to many pieces.
Like some kind of puzzle with many pieces.
I really needed peace within my self.
Is that too much to ask for?
Until I met the conquest of my life;
I made a deal with God a year later;
my promise to God was to show me
someone who knew how to end this nightmare;
break down my barriers- **** my fears, and save me;
I will do what it is that is your will.
I got more than I bargained for, because
in secret I was rejecting myself from opportunity;
and than the question was asked to me,
Do you love me? I have rejected myself again
in fear that I would be rejected, but I would push away
my friend; and yet, believing in me-
the pressure was on- I had to overcome this fear.
My life was in the dark- it was cursed by evil thoughts;
I was suffering in secret; and God provided someone to
shine light on this- and it was hard for us both.
God had to use every bit of Heavenly power he could use
to wake me up; and in the end- all I needed was someone
believing in me.
My friend, very good- pushes me into the light of day;
Wow...my eyes were so blind by the darkness;
My fears really were much harder than I realized.
He believes in me; and knew that with help;
the puzzle pieces could be put back together.
I just realized why I broke the picture;
I did not want love in my life;
and I saw that the one in the picture is
the one who was helping me along the way.
He was not giving up on me.
I thought he would, because I wanted him to,
but the heart wins over any other voice.
Now I know that he is good;
and he is believing in me.
Sometimes you do not realize who your friends are until you find your way back to where things began. I know for me, I could not believe me until I realized the big picture.