The Terms Poem by Amanda May Moore

I know at times I am prideful
and that is something that fills
a false sort of hope; a hole that
has been dug deep in the
backyard.

at times it is hard but
there is a star off in the
distance past our shorelines
sending a signal, shouting:
'stand up! '

surely I have been here
before, hazar tape with
every turn I pray that I
will have more to
learn.

quick to jump I have fallen,
continuously taught to swim
in a flood of xanthene, I try
not to die.

this titanic love
is keeping
afloat.

somehow.

I live an epistolary life,
and interpreting its garble
has gotten me in trouble.

my mission-
is to find my symphony
learning love-
I'm lost. this is my cacophony.

I would like to escape all
I have done, rebuild a
foundation-begin again,
start new. take this zephyr
of concentration.

my miserable memory
often forgets me.
leading me to repeat
my mistakes.

but I remind myself
my heart belongs
rightfully to God;
it is not mine to give.
and so this life is to
testify to His love!

so now I stand at the
edge of an equinox-
equaling all-holding
the evitable distance
in my left pocket.

I hope to create a time
and place where the sun
rises and sets the same
in each and every heart.

this is my prayer.
to end all despair,
loosen these strings,
sign this contractual
agreement,
forgive my inner part,
and start-start to live.

Forever yours,
Forgivness