PromesaA Poem by Phillip FrancisContemplating ever changing landscapes shrouded with uncertainty, riddled in self doubt, overpowered by the burden I carry daily, gradually I crumble, struggling to provide the life this household deserves. I am grateful for you. I am grateful for our children. I am grateful for our home. Placed in a predicament I promised never to experience, broke, ignorant, and unimportant, clueless to how I arrived here, seeking to withdraw further into myself, I hide in plain sight, endlessly attacked by disappointment and shame, confidence yearning for salvation. Heart weak, clouded mind, distracted choices, disoriented journey, lacking discipline, forfeited faith, with twisted theory, the world moves faster and faster as I fall further behind, scrambling more , sinking deeper, like quicksand. On the brink of madness, a victim of fallacious influence, buried by negative ideas, unable to break the cycle, constantly measuring myself against others, self analysis is my demise. Confronted with the man I am and the man I want to be, dissatisfied with the reflection in the mirror, I grave self-efficacy, wishing for locus of control. I beg for your patience, plead for your compassion, implore your guidance, and pray for your forgiveness. Currently hollow, in need of time, I will regain my strength and continue the fight, I will never surrender, a better life, in a better world, with a better man. This is my promise to you. © 2016 Phillip FrancisReviews
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