Satisfied

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    Satisfied

    As I walk
    along this road
    I feel the cold
    of the darkness that surrounds me
    I have found nothing
    that seems to satisfy
    There have only been
    broken hearts
    and tear-stained shirts
    I look to the sky
    I see dark clouds
    no sunlight to be found
    my only companion
    the wind that chills my bones
    I find no joy on this path
    yet I have walked
    for years and years
    in what seems like
    a never ending circle
    I am always ending up
    right back where I started
    but thoughts begin to creep
    into my mind
    thoughts of a different path
    where there is only sun and warmth
    I look ahead and see
    a fork in the road
    and now, I can choose
    the wide path that I now roam on
    or the narrow one on which no one treads
    Both seem the same
    but I look to the narrow path
    and see a man
    bathed in light
    further ahead of me
    I look to the wide road
    and all I see is a black abyss
    I begin to walk
    the pull of the wide road
    is strong
    but my stride is full of determination
    I walk away from the pull
    and I see the man again
    I have an urge to run
    so I do
    I run and run
    I find that I never grow tired
    as I did on my other path
    I reach the man
    and I fall to my knees
    the light is blinding
    but I feel a hand on my shoulder
    "you are loved"
    Three simple words
    I am filled with joy
    all fear is cast out
    and I feel the warmth
    that my thoughts
    before had filled my mind
    now it was true
    and I could feel it
    not just imagine it
    no more doubt was consuming me
    no guilt and shame
    I find the happiness that I have always wanted
    I have found my friend
    My Savior
    I am Satisfied

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    Kelstorm commented on Satisfied

    05-18-2009

    this is very good, especially for someone so young. Many deep insights

    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.

    masterpoet115’s Poems (14)

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    Seeing Fantasy in Reality 2
    Succeed -6
    One step 2
    Why can't you see me 1
    Painful, Broken Silence 2
    A broken heart 0
    Child's Eyes 3
    Satisfied 1
    Here 1
    Memories 1
    Alright 3
    Always a Friend 1