Lessons of Hardships

A challenge presented by a friend who wanted a poem of their chosen topic, written to or about them. He chose a bible verse from the New King James. So, here it is...

- Once, I was a being of innocence; knew less than nothing of law, the depths of right and wrong or even sin. Time, as was meant to do, carried on, my years passed as did my now, ridding youth.
- Before eyes of my own, I took many unwanted witnessing- some of which may even be suiting to the likes of being unfathomable to the mind of another or more so pure eyes.
- The innocence of my youth, now eviscerating quickly, life presented me to other options, ways of doing things and even getting by. Places of tempest, where drugs and alcohol were a constant and even seemingly so, a must- some of these places, I have even called or referred to as "home."
- Absent now from my purity entirely, yet still remaining free in my in tender years, the world was at my feet, or so it seemed. Repetitive nights that sleep never came...mornings I awoke, confused as I peered around me and wondered where I was, how I'd gotten there, when I'd gotten there...'who the hell were these people?'
- Arising in shelters or worse; places in which I laid my head countless nights. Even being turned away from hospitals, with hopes of simply being afforded some food and rest but having no real ailment, was of no new coming to me. Yet another place I would part from with the sting of hunger still in my gut, the heavy feeling of restlessness and exhaustion remaining a burden with no evident intentions of ever leaving me be. Again, I found myself in pursuit of a different place with even partial stability, at least for the night, for the chance to relieve my tired eyes and also again, in search for the soul of my very own possession.
- Though hardship has been plentiful in my entirety, thus far, the highest of hurdles has been leapt over- my ability to recall, think of and tell of how I overcame these trivial ruts but none of the hell I've walked through can claim me and my coming out on the opposing side of the entrance, is by far, not at all surprising- **** My God is forgiving, merciful. He wants better than the best for this soul that was granted to me, the soul that seems to wander aimlessly and lost, the me that strays from the correct path, for He gave what was most cherished to Him, to convey to ME, the sometimes harsh fact and realization that I am after all, merely human.

Reviews

[Jamie]

So powerful and full of emotion! great job!

[Kate H]

Thank you 😊

[Jamie]

You're welcome :)

[Don't just B, but B ama..]

Powerful, and I can totally relate as I'm bipolar and most of my writings reflect hope for depression, alcoholism, and addiction. Great job, bringing the reader through the vicious cycles and ending with self-forgiveness. Thanks for sharing.

[Kate H]

My pleasure and thank you for reading