Streams...
Some that refuse to be disturbed.
Others full of resentment and bitterness.
A current that goes against the flow...
Would never be accepted.
And that is something I had to come to terms with.
The pain I feel.
The hate I feel.
The attempt that the bitterness makes.
To creep into me. My soul.
I resist it.
With my heart, body, mind, and soul...
In tune with the world around me and the creator of it all.
I stand firm...
Dancing in the rain. Weathering the hurricanes.
Knowing full well... that my reward isn't here.
I will see glory one day.
Nothing to prove. Nothing to want.
Content yet driven.
To touch the sun... and refract that light onto a world that screams out in anguish.
Till my time on this earth draws to a close.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah.
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