Why I Write
I used to be afraid that if I write someone might see,
that they will judge me but only God has the right to judge me.
To write gives me air like We all need to live and not die.
To write gives me Dreams,
Dreams that God has bestowed on me,
the minute I came out of my mother's womb.
I used to be afraid that if I write,
the darkness in me would come out,
darkness that I can't control,
darkness that consumes my mind, my body and soul.
I decided to end it all one day,
glass shattering,
screams that filled the air,
the darkness consumed me,
until at one point...
It became silent.
I saw the knife in my hand,
a smile began to curl on my face,
I tested the sharpness as if I had done this before,
I held it in my hands,
I found my heart...
the knife seemed to glow as I pulled it back...
No!
Who is that?
It's me.
Who is me?
I am the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
God?
Yes...
Now my child is this what you really want?
To Die like this,
never to experience Life,
never to experience Love,
Your Destiny is in my hands,
So don't end it all today,
for the person who would mourn for you most would be me.
To Write keeps me sane you see,
it keeps me from thinking about things that ain't worth the Time
for God has my back.
To Write gives my soul a fighting chance,
for each day my heart grows Lighter,
if I stray too far,
God brings me back.
God Loves my writing,
Can You Say the Same?