Pieces of me scattered amongst the past
The last of me I hold on tightly and matured enough to know
that
I must nurture and make the essence that is I last
More than a conqueror survivor of my past
Pieces of me that were given freely some pieces were attached
to my soul
And never returned creating baggage in turn started a
process called self evaluation
Of myself and my relations that have shipped and drowned in
a sea of emptiness
In the abyss there were parasites called betrayal lies and
failure
Gods grace and my prayers have come face to face
Allowing me to overcome those heartaches
I finally have the victory over bittersweet memories
That once held my happiness hostage barricaded my joy and
tormented my soul
I never knew that giving away pieces of me would do so much
damage
But with God I have managed to forgive and grow from my heart aches and pains at one point my issues were unconsciously driving me insane loosing grip of reality
all because my vices came at high prices taking the place of the priceless
presence of Gods essence
Pieces of me scattered amongst the past at last I have been
set free
And enable to savor the present that is all we have
Giving me a new meaning to the scripture
This is the day the
lord has made let us rejoice and be glad in it
Collecting the scattered pieces of me that were scattered
amongst the past
Placing them together to create a sculptor that is clever
and cultivating the
Spirit God ordained me to be now I am solid a masterpiece
Because once scattered pieces come together and create a
unity
You become conscious of your dunimous capabilities
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem