Carrying the burden of not protecting a heart that was as fragile as mines
Some days are better than others
Bended knees and arms extended to heaven's borders
For the millionth times, I asked God for forgiveness.
I remained in silence without prayer, thought, or a single word to give God
Hoping that my heart's murmurs are heard along side of the anxiety of not knowing what is forthcoming.
Somedays I wish I were perfect: Everything I do and say would be right on time.
But I run red lights symbolic of how I analyze my own processes that language my life.
English please!
What is a man supposed to do after he has lost everything?
I pray and hope and reach and want and cry and ponder and dream and pray and pray, but my eagerness makes me forget about patience.
Down the alter I walk and swallowing heavy because I am about to embark on a new walk, new attitude and a new forgiveness: Forgiving myself.
My head is down, not due to sadness, but surrendering my thoughts upon my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ because when I am ready my head will rise and my "Rebirth" will begin.