Losing a battle with truth,
Can be devastating.
With a mental and physical display,
Done to be shown in a way...
Even those deceived to be victimized,
By the ones telling lies...
Have become empathetic,
Towards the people who have spent...
Most of their adult lives,
Doing their best to ruin others.
And watch from the sidelines now they do,
Wiping tears from their eyes...
As they observe what is seen and in clear view.
'Why do you weep?
What they did to me,
It took years before I got a peaceful sleep.'
~Me?
I was able to sleep.
And eventually found peace of mind to keep.
But to witness the power of kept faith,
Continues to touch me in places...
My mind just can not erase.~
'I don't feel one thing for them at all.'
~I don't either.
Well,
Maybe I do feel an empathy I can't conceal.
And that's what kept faith does to me,
Whenever I am blessed to see truth in action.
To know the effects of it has its way to be revealed,
In ways I could not imagine.~
'In my verbal battles with them,
I imagined them defeated.'
~Maybe that's why it took you so long,
To get peaceful sleep.
I've learned faith kept to keep,
Has been my favorite weapon.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem