Just Hearsay is Enough | Spoken Word

Dead.

...

Still trapped in a hole of darkness,

Bound by lack of passion and

Morbid complacency.

Too content amid discontent,

Selfish, Barbaric, Foul.

I can barely see the light.

Nor do I care to.

...

I struggle to see the reason for living.

Let it all pass, I say.

Let me fail, Let me go!

I say.

Without Him,

I am despondent.

Past the point of numbness.

Searching for pain.

Welcoming death irresponsibly...

Endless rounds of unfulfilling fulfillment with any and every

Thing.

...

I see no reason for self respect without Him…

But...

... ...

With Him, I have my hope.

My reason to fight.

To hang on.

To live...

To believe that things will get better some how,

His way.

His love I cling to,

Like it is my very life line.

It is.

I thank God that He IS who He IS...

Kind enough to reveal knowledge of Himself to me...

Because, where would I be--

Without Him.

And I don’t know him like a child knows her Father...but I believe that will come.

Just knowing he is THE FATHER keeps me alive.

Knowledge of his character,

Even if I don’t get to experience his intimacy, is enough.

Retraining my mind...

REJECTING the thick blanket trying to settle over me,

The vise around my throat,

The noose saturating my airways.

just hearsay is enough. .

As long as I am never Without Him.

MARIE