2/7/13

I Can't Say I've Fit Any Vision. Here's to the Prevail of Enduring Hope.

Like growing up or giving in to a call of submission,
I must first disperse my displeasure and take in all the pain.
It's only then that my insides can process and digest;
Destroy and deliver the new nutrition.

How long, the transformation of suffering to healing!
Rebuke selfishness to my own face,
Yet, facing still, the continual lack of love to give.

I've seen love instilled,
Enduring this constricting, confusing, catastrophe.

The end, to breathe, we must fight to receive.

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