The Power Of Being Patient Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

On the energy flowing through these veins, with ink and a quill I have a soul to steal, writing for the cause, writing just because I can. Many wounds it can mend. Seal away the evil locked inside. Disperse all your pride. Bring you face to face with your sacrifice. The insanity of it, all for a cause that now seems so wasted. But still it lies right in front of me. Giving the finger as it passes by. Makes me feel like a fool. The way whims, follow or lead. Fail or succeed. Give to take. Make or break. A symphony of words flow through the mind. Yes it stings, but look what it brings. So much strength in a mistake. Hard is ground in which at one time quaked of.solid rock, and no longer falling for simplicity of that which i see. Just cause its there doesn't mean you should chase. Its not a race. Its a long walk in which you should take it in all. Patients wins the game. A virtue hard to overcome. But your smarter because of it. You become the wanted instead of wanting, the needed instead of trying to please. You have it or you don't, and for now its there. Hopefully it stays, for it makes these more brighter days.