From within this fleshly prism.
Where I deal with thoughts and fears.
Where moments turn to hours.
Where hours turn to years!
I wonder, do you see me?
Or are you blind, and can not see?
Like, a shadow in the mirror.
Reflecting human misery!
I'm here beneath the surface.
Beneath the character, I portray!
Do you recognise the real me?
Or, just the role I often play?
Do you see beyond the surface?
Beyond the childish pride and tears!
Can you understand the heartache?
Of the whispers, no one hears?
Could I tell you every secret?
Every thing that caused me pain?
Could I share with you the moments?
Of every humiliating shame!
Can I tell you how I made it?
How I found the strength to stand!
My strength is in the sacrifice!
Of my Saviours nail scarred hands!
Building Faith one Heart at a Time....
We are not always transparent with those around us. We are hidden away inside ourselves and often wonder if anyone sees. This poem was written tonight with that thought in mind. I wonder if people knows who I am? I wonder if they know how I survived the most horrible things in my life?
A Word from the Writer
Do You Know Me? No. So Let Me introduce myself to you. I am a survivor. I am an over comer. I am a believer.