Triumphant Son
In a world where things can be cloudy, cruel, and loveless, I choose to be beautiful me. Different in my approach, with God and understanding, compassion, and truth, most of all heart this is truly why I do what I do.
Failure almost changed the man I envisioned, drugs took away a life I was given. Not today though my friend, once viewed myself as nothing; just a shell of a man.
Felt invaluable and felt I would accomplish nothing. Called broke, lame, and a simp. I heard those words and laughed to myself. It’s funny sometimes how one’s words are felt, more importantly how those funny words were dealt.
See adversity runs through my veins, some didn’t take me serious and played divisive games. I have to be honest it drastically changed the outcome, catapulted me to a whole different level. In my truth hand in hand with love I revel.
See they wanted me to believe I wasn’t a gift to this world, thank the Lord he wrapped me in a pretty bow, gave me the gift of many gifts. I boast not in myself I boast only in him.
See I’m battled tested as the finest of glass, I’m amazed at Gods power and thankful for it too. For many years I’ve rode alone, solo on this mission, and then one day I realized I was a vessel for his cause.
Hear me and hear me clear, I love the Lord and he once said,” fear not your God will always be with you.” Think about your children and how you will go to war for them, now think about God and remember I’m still here.
As a child knowledge was present,
Understanding was neglected,
Wisdom was heard but wisdom wasn’t respected,
However the seed was planted,
Now a tree has grown, and a heart is sowed, I show no anger for past actions and thoughts, it pops up on my screen, to me it matters not, for the strong will endure, endured I have a lot
What’s done in the dark will always come to light, now I might be assuming,
I think God knew what to do,
That’s to trust me in these moments that I would know what to do,
Broken vessel being healed, Whew as I sigh, the one thing I never knew was how I would look as a man, I got a little bit of view, and I would be scared of me too.
See the lies used to haunt me, torment, and destroy,
Many days sitting cry thinking to myself,
what did I really do to deserve this,
Empty,
Empty asf,
I kept pouring,
pouring into evil smiles, eviler intentions,
See I knew that the evil in me had been changed, so why not them too,
Looking around asking who are they talking too?
My heart looked like it was out of Stomp The Yard, as they continued to do a dirty dance,
I watched I observed, now as it cascades down,
I must say I thank God for the beautiful reflection of mine self, no hate nor malice,
no frustration or anger, nothing but big plates of love even to common strangers,
lol broke for now it’s true,
lame I could be
considered even a simp today but you didn’t know Dbs standards,
be thankful y’all didn’t meet and that’s for every,
new person who came and went because that man right there whew,
I’m thankful that he left.
About this poem
Just a tale of truths and recognition. We have power to be the best version of ourselves if we so choose. After all that pain and heartache I wake up everyday choosing to be the best I can for that day!
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Written on September 04, 2024
Submitted by Supermario86 on September 04, 2024
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