The JourneyA Poem by Mr. Lopez I was riding through the hills of humanity In a cold and steady winter rain Where I would find myself again Exposed to my disease by my transparency There I sat upon a horse named suffering Chained by my own advice Wandering down a trail called sacrifice Along the way giving away everything The rain turned into storms of my distress Under nourished and over fed i was Still alive but somehow dead Going Into unforgiving canyons of my brokenness There was something waiting just beneath a tree Starving for my affection Yet somehow lacking all direction That’s where I finally found my humility
My pains would slowly fade away The clouds would part to greet the day For in hope there is never disappointment
© 2008 Mr. LopezAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
480 Views
18 Reviews Shelved in 4 Libraries
Added on September 10, 2008Last Updated on November 25, 2008 AuthorMr. LopezChandler, AZAboutI was born in Texas October of 1966. Raised in California where i fell in love with music and art. I came from a large , poor family where the most valuable thing we ownwed was our love for each other.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|