Dear God;

I don’t mean to prod.

I just have these pondering questions;

About my life lessons.

How much more pain is to come?

Every day I pray for the pain to be done.

My age is only twenty five;

Yet slowly I keep losing drive.

All of this crippling weight placed on these shoulders;

Makes it hard to be your soldier.

Please forgive me, I really don’t mean to prod.

I just need enlightenment god.

This soul is scarefully lost,

And heavy from exhaust.

Please know, I do not question your decisions lord.

I just find life difficult; im grasping at cords.

When will these life lessons you keep giving me,

Turn to blessings and set my soul free?

There are so many questions that weigh my mind…

I only have so much strength that I can find.

These constant afflictions;

With all of these addictions.

So many I have to fight;

So close they have nearly brought me to you in flight.

I know many humans struggle with addiction,

But I have been condemed to so many they keep me in constant restriction.

How many addictions do I have to over come?

Until this hell will be done?

I know you have a plan.

One day I will understand.

I just need your guidance to stand tall;

help me not fall.

Amen

C. Jackson.