HOPE

I waved to my opportunities as they passed me on troubled waters. All my focus was on my deterred, addictive and lost life. The desire of my heart was to do good and be better, but instead I became a child who accepted life for the way it was as I struggled through the tendency of my youthful life.
My parents were not unusual nor were they perfect. It was hard looking at my father who claimed he was a Christian but yet did things any non-Christian would do. The voice of a furious and abusive father, the mornings of a tired mother and the bitterness of dissuaded siblings was the unrelenting reality of most of my childhood days. When I was old enough to reason, I was convinced that growing up in a Christian home was the most substandard, inadequate and deficient life for a stripling to become someone worthy.
I was so angry at myself. When I looked into the mirror, I did not recognize the person I saw for I had changed. I had changed to accepting that this was my reality and I dissuaded the notion of a normal and better life. That was when I started falling short.
My knees became bounded in fair, I lost my aspiration in everything and the power to speak was no longer at my command. All I had was a man called anger...