Hard Look

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    Hard Look

    I have tried

    Hard

    To be a Gentlemen

    To keep my Name, my Honor

    Clean

    I wanted to live my Dream

    Career Warrior

    Loving Wife, adorable children

    A Family to come home to

    A man of Faith through it all

    But alas

    I’m a failure to the reflection in the mirror

    A warrior no more than the memories that haunt my sleep

    Bitter without Love

    I have disgraced my name

    Lost in a world I know not

    I’m not of these people

    I want to separate from them more than they’ll allow

    I have failed myself

    By not being what they needed

    Something true

    I once was something

    I let the scars blind me

    Hold me back from who

    GOD has called me to be

    I was given a gift

    And I have abused it

    Trying to find myself again

    Leaving a trail of Tears and broken Hearts

    I’m sorry

    I promise to regain your trust

    Be the man

    The Hruby

    I once was

    I wish not to be this monster

    The scars produced

    I’m hopelessly lost

    Looking for the path

    GOD is all I have

    If I could just see his will

    It’s hard to see with a broken Heart  

    Hard to be trust worthy or thoughtful

    While under the bitter sting of loneliness

    Forgive me

    Please

    Excuse me

    For I must fade away

    For me

    I wish not to be selfish

    Just don’t want to screw up  

    Be another disappointment

    -Fin-  

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    Wakeitha commented on Hard Look

    06-12-2012

    No matter how hard the situation is God is with you and in the mist. If you have ask God to forgive you you must ask him to teach you how to forgive yourself. Keep seeking him and you wil find a precious jewel to love you. That Jewel is him and then you will be happy because he is the joy and your strength day by day. God bless

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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