Facing the DemonA Poem by justjenn_2u
I pass broken road signs glancing at decrepit buildings fading from once bright colors to dull reminders of my past
A ride down memory lane serves as self punishment reminding me how spirituality should have been first, not last
Homeless, poverty stricken humans with dead eyes and cold faces struggle in a gloomy ghost town where drugs have won the holy war
Corrupt police, and crooked officials seduce the broken-spirited addicts dangling embezzled drugs as hard candy to runaway mothers and the lost street w***e
Setting my eyes to my higher power I plead for God to touch my now aged face realizing the sun shines behind the dark clouds as God touches my yearning soul and turns it anew
I raise my hands and tremble praying to God relentlessly realizing the road to recovery is as the road to heaven, narrow and few.
Tears are now replaced with laughter releasing pain staking reminders as I thrive in this wicked world where the sun forever shines behind clouds
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Added on December 17, 2008Last Updated on August 13, 2012 Authorjustjenn_2uVAAboutI write from my heart. I follow my instinct. I live impulsively. I never feel like my feet are firmly grounded as I am a free spirit. I am a very intuitive person, sometimes to the point it hurts .. more..Writing
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