In awe.
She took the time to read my work,
and now my fears that so often lurk
behind the veil of my mind
begin to slowly unwind.
I’ve actually contributed valuable words,
offering hope that needs to be heard
so desperately in this world.
I’ve actually mattered enough
for her to review my rough
word designs and inclines
to write these poems that sign
my name in this world.
Not that I care to be well-known,
just that these words I own
would impact the few
that read them anew.
To know that I made a difference;
that my persistence
in writing actually bears fruit
helping people make the commute
from condemnation to salvation.
Not that I am the savior,
(I barely control my behavior),
No I simply hang on the cross
to show people they can toss
their sinful life away
and live in a brand new way.
I’m grateful my friend took the time
to teach me that my rhymes
have value and worth.
have value and worth.
10/10/14
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