this journey wasent easy,
nor do I regret,
pain stings my chest as if i smoked cigaretts,
karma forever haunts me,
putting detours through my past,
forever trying to overcome them,
hoping they dont last,
little eyes look on to watch as i lead the way,
through the tears i manage to wimper to the young eyes that its okay,
each milstone build layers of determination on my skin,
trying to cope with that voice within,
not letting it turn me away from what i took this jouney for,
knocking,
bangning,
and kicking down every door,
til i reach my destination,
knowing god has a place for me in heaven waiting...
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