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ForetoldI am whole, but some parts had been lost. seeking truth, yet it is already within me. Days come and go and life surely can take it's toll. many times brought down to my knees with my head in my hands as I weep. I have been here before it is all to familiar I've stripped naked before God. I remain with my head down to ashamed to look up... then suddenly I begin to feel warmth and embraced, lifting me up and my tears wiped off my face. I gaze down at my life remembering all the times others have taken, lied and forsaken. judgments and punishment never allowing one a clean slate instilling fear with lots of betrayal, they try to get us over a barrel. Ah, but such folly is that of man, for trying to convince themselves it is they who are God. They rape, rob and devour anything in their sight. With eyes and hearts as cold as dead night having no compassion for causing plight. We feel broken down as we take in their lies and become victims of their political systems and kill in the name of religion. Hopelessness seems to be the theme these day's, easy prey and damned if we choose in it to stay. We are at a crossroad in time and is of the essence that each one take personal responsibility for whats happening in their own life's. There is no place to run or hide our true enemy is what we hold inside and then deny. smoke screen, something I never knew or ever seen. It's nature now revealed to me and boy did it start causing a scene it kicked, it yelled, it screamed. I took a deep breath and blew this darkness out of my way and discovered it had been preventing me from the truth, from knowing myself! I reached across the gap created by what I couldn't accept, being left behind and put up on a shelve. I became flooded with past memories, the events that would lead me to believe I wasn't lovable nor wanted and for the days that followed I would be divided within myself and haunted. Happiness wasn't mine to hold I was foretold. No matter how painful the truth may feel, it is far better to allow the feelings to move from within and out through us, finding it's right place.Then to have fear clutch on to it and shove it back down with no recourse, but to despair. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades - Vote for this poem - 
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