Treasure Island

Singleton M. Tate

The Power to Touch Lives

Do you
the power
touch lives?

Are you defeated
every second
every hour?

Is your heart withholding the keys
to put many out of their miseries?

Were you created to make somebody see
what their purpose in life is suppose to be?

Were you put down here to be of some help
to uplift when others can't do it for themselves?

Have you answered your calling,
which was to keep others from falling?

Do you have any power?

Is your power distorted in some way?

Are you destroying souls
what you do
what you say?

Is the power
Life and Death
your tongue?

Then tell me
why do you choose
use it like
a gun?

Do you have the power
enlighten others,
who just might
a sister or a brother
another color?

Were you
to be
a blessing?

So until this time,
you would've
still been

Please let me know
when you will believe,
you have the power,
to help those in need

You have the power
to encourage
someone to succeed

So Yes,
You have,
'Power to Touch Lives'
If I've said it once,
I've said it twice

Submitted: Sunday, September 16, 2012
Edited: Monday, September 17, 2012

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From the book: 'Forte' of... The Artesian Well'

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