My Past Isn'T The Defining Factor Poem by Jacques Johan Swart

Who defies us in life?
Is it our friends or enemies.?
Is it the roads we dare to take
or those that are not traveled by?
Do actions really speak louder than words?

One thing is certain,
no man or woman,
no girl or boy,
no male or female.
As if yet gave me the love i so long to have.

No for my troubles in life i got only, waters of depression.
No light in the dark, no protection.
Yes i am vulnerable and that he sees,
he teased and played till he had his fill.

Now devoured and broken i go my endless way.
Into the depths of destruction, evil and hatred start to prey.
There my emotions are torn limb from limb, beaten and stomped upon.

My mind wanders as i lay, into a place, known by day.
A place where i am whole and ready, ready to walk the road of forgiveness, ready to embrace my freedoms.

Yes when will i find it?
When will the sunrise fill my day?
When will this evil be taken away?
I try to speak,
but the pain is immense.
I cry without it making sense.
Yes what i feel and felt, cuts me deep. Leaving its mark, a wound of evil, where its minions can feed.

Although i struggle and fall, continue i shall, even if i should not walk but crawl. So upon a fork again i stumble, a fork that leads to a place so humble.
There my evil is washed away.
After i asked for help and guidance,
they sent me on my way,
on to the road of my existence, into eternity.