Gifts and blessings are being exalted.
Toxic distractions are slowly being halted.
Wounds are painfully salted;
And I am correcting the thoughts and the things that have been faulted.
A bubble of hope, a smile from the king.
This morning I cried, for my heart to eventually sing.
Collapsed bridges I begin to rebuild.
One step closer to having my cup refilled.
Shots fired and I refuse to be killed.
Disease within but I am being distilled.
A loving deity; A supernatural force.
Sinking in deeper and running its course.
Capturing my enemies, eliminating the threat.
Free to be myself now the stage has been set.
Rising above and forgiving my debt.
Excessive energy has taken away the continuous fret.
Debauchery still impeding on me.
I'll turn my shoulder and escape to the edge of the sea.
Silhouettes on the horizon, my palms to the sky.
Waiting for sunbeams to reflect off my eyes.
Brilliancy dawned on the grey paths of reprise;
And color returned to black lines of demise.
Controlled breathing, strong body filled with verve.
Deep prayer, gratitude and stable nerves.
Miracles working if you care to believe.
Healing in action, commanding demons to leave.
I was falling fast and losing sight but soon reprieved.
Loving more, always remembering the gifts I've received.
By: Dayne M. Rohn
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PoetryAnother Phase of poetry by Dayne M. Rohn. I am ready to initiate a sequel to my first book. If you battle with life's hardships such as myself you will enjoy reading these verses. You will undoubtedly relate and hopefully they can help you overcome...
