Wednesday, November 23, 2016

It Breaks my Heart.

  Each time I realize that I have not had the freedom to fully follow my own heart it breaks my heart.

After five crawling decades
Filled with wasted years
I grope to find no reason
Beneath our unshed tears.
Inside a torturous prison
And too much cause for fear
I wait for promised freedom
To stop grinding it gears,
And for a Light to shine
Beyond judgmental leers
That aim to inflict more pain
With little poisonous spears.
I struggle to preserve myself
Until the Light draws near
And Freedom Truly rings
For all victims to hear.

Give us STRENGTH, God...to find our way through bullets hidden in microwaves, and COURAGE, God...to make a STAND that saves our lives and FREEs our land.