Blinding Light

I'm lucky.
The youngest of three.
the best of all teachings
but why must they take my breath away?
why must they drain all my energy?
they expect too much of me.
This life, this lesson to be learned.
It needs to stop.
everyday I'm worn. Everyday I'm waiting....for something new.
Nothing happens until I stand on my feet looking towards the light that once made me blind.
Being blind opened my eyes wider.
To see the glory.
To see what I was missing.
But in a flash, it was gone.
Now my life has been living itself.
yearning for another look.
I've lived my life for it.
Often falling into holes.
but you, my Savior, you have saved me
once, and will do it again.
Through my strife, through my laziness,
through everything you've been there.
Behind me all this time
waiting for me to turn around.
To learn to never travel ahead of You
To let You lead me so I don't go astray.
I've never forgotten that glory and grace.
I just need a booster through my pain.
let me see it once again I pray.

Inspired by Melissa Grimm

Faith, Hope, Trust

Where do those pleas go?
Where do my cries go?
When will I be free?
Free of sorrow and sadness,
free of those sinful charges?
What is a family?
What is a life of peace?

I walk through the valley blindfolded.
My cries. My pleas. Does anybody hear them?
Everyday I walk through this darkness.
Am I alone? No. He is here. I believe it.
It's Something that will never leave.
Faith, Hope, Trust, these things I have.
Over the hills I travel, over the mountains I tremble
looking for that person.
Nothing will stop me from reaching my destination.
Through sorrow and despair, Something guides me.
People around me talk
comfort? It's there. Helping me overcome.
I heard the voice, I heard it call to me
but when I ran, I fell. Not into a hole,
not into the ditch, but into quicksand.
Into something I couldn't face alone.
Damn his clutches, he will NEVER get away,
but here I am, stuck in his clutches,
Everyday those struggles sink me deeper.
Everyday I think I'll get out, but another problem arises.
I've sunk as far as I can.
Time runs out, breath runs out.
What will I be of then?
But I believe Something will pull me out.
At my very last Hope. I trust that Something will.

Inspired by Melissa Grimm