PIECES

When What Your World Revolves Around is No More

She was my rock
She was the listening ear I poured my heart to
She was the source of my motivation
Her words kept playing in my mind and encouraging me not to give up
Now, my love is no more.

I've always wanted to be the change
I've always strived to make it big and make my dad proud
A lesson learnt each day, step by step
A burning desire to see it all through
Now, my dream is no more.

Brush against canvas. Portrait or landscape?
With every stroke my work became more defined
Sleepless nights working on tones and shades
Countless hours correcting the slightest discrepancies
Now, my passion is no more.

Padre would say, "son, to God be the glory"
Sunday mornings spent listening to sermons
Wednesday nights spent at Bible study and meditating on the word
A word of prayer each day, a sign of hope with each passing moment.
Now, my faith is no more.

My love is no more
My dream is no more
My passion is no more
My dream is no more
My world seems to have stopped but I've been told you don't need to see the earth move to know that is has spoken.
If you think the world means nothing to you, think again because you might mean the world to someone.