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"The unexamined life is not worth living" - Socrates
I found this poem i wrote back in 2004, when i was pretty distraught. I wrote it back then in my sadness, reminding myself that God was still by my side, God would always be faithful, God was in control. Back then, i wrote it to let out all the pain and sadness i felt inside, crying out each time i read it to myself because times were so tough. Now i look at the poem on the tear-stained paper and remember how i went through those times, and in a way i’m thankful for God still letting me be here.
The poem, at that time, was a vain reminder to encourage myself and force the thought that God was with me and i would make it through. Now i read it anew, having found it among the many papers on my cupboard, and wonder how much has changed in me that i interpret it differently. No pain left, just an empty memory of those times, most of which are blanks, and a faint reminder of how i wrote this.
A cry i lifted up to him
When light was far and sight was dim
And screams reverberated in mournful echo
As darkness closed in with choking sorrow
All the noises in my head, they would not cease…
They would never cease.
And came the morning whisper sigh
As winds swept up to soar on high
And rushed through all the leaves once fallen
As light gently opened eyes once swollen
Then i heard a silent whisper, He would not leave…
He will never leave.
