Yet

I sit today all grown up
a woman yet a child,
reaching towards a higher self
yet so much hurt compiled.

Years of giving till it hurts
leaving myself in the rain,
wanting just to fill my cup
yet my substance only drains.

I am not a warrior or a
champ in a fight,
yet I am strong and confident
I have strength and I have might.

The struggles that you gave me
only prove to make me wise,
no longer will I be defeated
being trapped by all your lies.

Peace has come to remind me
that I am still in this race,
given another chance again...
YAH has sent his grace.

I tilt my head upward
and smile to the sky,
no more will I sit in wonder
asking questions why.

I'm taking my heart and soul
and wrapping them with care,
going to find my truth again
with love left yet, to spare.

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yardbird commented on Yet

09-30-2010

I like the way you take the writing from despair away from God, letting satan beat on you, then go again to God and get his strengths. It reminds me of the scripture "daily we war against the flesh"

theguider commented on Yet

10-27-2009

I guess you meant God when you said of the one that gave you what you have?Well believe me this poem is not just inspirational,but very inspirational,it really gives hope.Lest i forget you have a nice collection of pictures,say me hi to everyone that was on it.Thanks Ma and Bye.

randomthoughts commented on Yet

07-29-2009

It is a great poem as are all of yours..........:)

Pat007 commented on Yet

07-28-2009

Hi PG. Again you have shared with us another great write. Again you shared with us your strengths and weaknesses, your passions and your pains. You have again placed yourself on paper for all the world to see. Please remember I cry when you cry... Thanks for sharing.

WordSlinger commented on Yet

07-28-2009

why heaven ya, that's right fight, yet is now, this poem is how, to the grace of God we bow, I love this there Po, :)

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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