WHEN WILL IT CEASE?! - Your firm belief -
I'm STILL not doing right.
Please understand I'm NOT the man,
who once hid from the light.
Yet in your dreams, you utter things,
pain anchored deep with fears.
Your frequent cries, from stoic lies,
that I told you for years.
Your passion spurns from jealous burns
of my unfaithfulness.
Our precious thoughts, destroyed, distraught,
with truth, I was remiss.
And over time, this heart of mine,
though wounds and scars remain,
could feel the shift and loving lift,
that pulsed within its veins.
The praise? My God! And my façade,
no safety from His glory.
It was through Him that I could win,
by offering my story.
How will it cease? My firm belief...
the formula for right?
Is oft confess, and do your best,
to walk within the light.
This poem was a finalist in the
June 2023 poetry contest