He was not a healer
He was full of pain
Full of rage
He was not a dreamer
He was in a daze
Once he was a fighter
Who got caught up in the flame
His soul engulfed by fire
He no longer knew his name
Nor his true desires
He walked lonely and afraid
For many moons and tidal waves
Caught up in the motion
Stuck in his own ways
One day he saw a tower that stood tall into The sky
His mind had to wonder why this caught his Eye
He thought for but a moment before a tear Came to dry
It was here he remembered the days he used
To try
Free as a bird to explore all the avenues in Life
And so from the bottom of his pit he looked Up to the sky
To pray for his soul to be cleansed
He asked for forgiveness so he could make a Mends
His heart was full of joy he felt rejuvenated At his best he said all the glory be to God for Getting him out his mess

06/07/2020
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