Sunday, June 9, 2013

Wisdom Of An Eight Year Old Child



On the moment of impact I so needed to be reassured that it was okay to fall and be broken
Thoughts cascading made me feel the whirl of their storm and in the thrall of it all I am choking

Choking back tears of fears I have swallowed for years now to vomit this is how I must share
Forceful projections flow from fingertips my tongue slips thru my lips ask me if I really care...

I got twisted and I may have missed it but did they list it the lesson that I was meant to learn
Over eight summers and falls I tried to recall but I lost it all while I crawled, my time, my turn

I am only a little one, not yet with the shine of the Son which I will become one concept at a time
I am young and untried, I have yet to have died to the dreams I have eyed only in my mind

So I am here unscarred and yet unmarred maybe this is why I fell so hard against your mental fist
Blurred, shaken and stirred and calling on God the 3rd, will I be heard...I wonder about all this...

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