Pressure kept my eyes closed, but the light was still there.
The devil had my visions sealed with years of despair.
Just a sunken, dark, soulless stare.
Couldn't control my thoughts; I had forsaken care.
Trapped in a sadistic paradigm, almost beyond repair.
Trapped underneath a blanket of burdens until I found a promising tear.
Both hands gripping and ripping the seams; gasping for a taste of crisp air.
The tremendous blemish that held me down, exiled with prayer.
My eyes were once closed, now my sight has been enhanced.
Now I worship a higher power, one that makes me smile and dance.
For the fool, life is meaningless; for the wise will be given a second chance.
My lamps are burning while holding a warriors stance.
I'm ready to receive what I need to advance.
Wandering out to wilderness getting lost in a holy trance.
The righteous will live according to the seeds he plants.
So when tears pool in your hands, remember there is no end to our joyful expanse.
By: Dayne M. Rohn
