The Story of Me

The world around me was wrong,
It wasn't keeping time or song.
Although, I couldn't see,
That the problem started with me.

It is true,
I saw the setting and it was clean.
Healing is a progressive thing,
Because the fling of the dead turns to spring.

My life had no song, nor dance;
When left me broken and in a trance.
I was blinded, but can we ever see?
Within me, will and desire lead me.

The thought came to me,
I can't fix myself.
Pride turned to humility,
And fear turned to sanctity.

My God, is now my God,
And my words have meaning in their truth.
No longer am I a sleuth, searching for my own salvation.
I am new.

Although, my book does not end,
Obstacles still find me,
And I find them;
I cannot pretend.

I am lent a hand by the opposite,
then I am bent toward it's will.
Though I may continue to fall,
The new fire in my heart lingers.

My chances are unlimited,
And my forgiveness is living.
I saw the difference and I believed.
I am new.





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JonPull This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 5, 2011 at 4:50 pm
Excellent! Keep writing!
 
The.Peahen said...
Oct. 5, 2011 at 10:06 am
I love it. :)
 
cookiegirl said...
Oct. 5, 2011 at 6:34 am
This poem is beautiful:). That was amazing.
 
Mike6546 said...
Oct. 4, 2011 at 9:42 pm
This is really good
 
Paramour13 said...
Oct. 4, 2011 at 11:59 am
I like this, good job! Check out some of my writing?
 
countrygirl98 said...
Oct. 3, 2011 at 9:58 pm
This is beautiufl! Great job! :)
 
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