Tangible Proof Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Often I awaken to first feel blessed.
Yet unforgiving I admit and this I confess.
It is the pettiness of others and their wickedness,
That upsets and keeps me pestered.
Especially when I have memories,
Of those who intentionally...
Meant to do me harm with an effectiveness,
To weaken the hold of my mind and beliefs.

And then I realize if it had not been,
The maintaining of my faith I keep within...
I could not have survived over emotional obstacles,
Instigated by deceivers and lies that some have told.
Although I have healed to mend to get over them,
To witness as my own testament to experience...
A tangible proof I am protected to never alone forget,
To pray on a daily basis to remain strengthened.