So much my life
Not begging to be seen
Has crippled progress
And time…
Now asking for notice
No finding of voice
Desires a break
Before prime.
Tag: Progress
Open Heart
A mess on the path
Mine to clean
Scrub and sweep
Are my means
Every move
Countless minutes
More shambles
No way to clean it
On my knees
Scream and cry
No progress for work
Or understanding why.
Seeking answers
With praying demands
To which He answered
You must clean your hands.
With palms and fingers clean
The mess was too
Appreciate the problem
And the answer inside you.
Seek the guidance
Recognize your part
He will give you the answer
When you open your heart.
