(poems go here) My life is God’s Poema
His workmanship, personified
However, the voice that is instructed to know the words that would sustains me
Failed to reach my heart
I became weary and doubtful
Convinced, life was a struggle
I fought
The utterance awakened me
So that my ears would listen
Like one being taught
I began writing down my thoughts
Narrative ballads
That ache down to my finger tips
Leaving lead and ink stains on paper like tabloid residue
Bleeding through layers beneath it
A life Spiraling out of notebooks
With medicinal Manu scriptures I could not decipher
Only follow
Filling an empty life spiritually hollow
I adhere
Healing from within
I begin
To transform
I am God’s poem