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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Personal · #1942409
The world doesn't revolve around me.
Life is a crazy maze,

sometimes just living out my days

in the lows of the haze.

Questions that raise my doubts and my fears,

and all I have learned in all my years ruined in one lightning storm.

The halt, the whisper, the conforming tone

that I have lost every single one of my comfort zones in

my reality that some call America. Some call it free.

Some call it whatever it is that will make me happy.

It is this cause that makes me subside the

overwhelming self serving energy of Me.

I see that it is so lonely.

Something inside tries to cry the revolution, the mutiny

against you and me.  Something is trying to reveal the trickery.

The satisfying yearning to live for more and reveal the glory of life

calls to me over the fading horizon.

My eyes are on the Son.

The all consuming One, if I let Him be.

The One who parts the mightiest of seas,

The One who forgives the anarchy of living for just me.

Anarchy: my self-preserving delusion,

which only causes confusion

because safety is just an illusion.

I have no control.

I can’t even see what waits for my soul beyond the finish line.

My soul has met peace, and love and mercy.

And I have left them on my journey,

while enduring endless furies of sorrowful worries

and pain laden storms.

The bad things happen no matter what you choose to conform to.

I choose to walk through the fire not alone,

I choose to surrender my soul to what is so unknown to me-

trusting in someone else but me.

My soul has met peace, and love and mercy,

and though I go undeserving

I cling to the promise of the King;

to walk one step, one day, year after year

in the absence of fear.

For death has lost its sting

and the grave has lost its victory.

Jesus has overcome the enemy,

and He has blazed a path for me.

This life is filled with unmet longings and animosity.

And sometimes it is so hard to see and understand

that there is even a path or a guiding hand.

I stand in a day of unbelief ,

Sometimes my promises are hard to keep

But Lord, keep my feet secure.

Endure.

This life is not about me anymore.
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