by Hunter Mcmillian

Created on: June 15, 2009

A time in the lime light,

would lead me to be alright,

to distract me from internal fights,

and to help forget why I cry at night.

A red robin would land in the palm of my hands,

and sing the message of hope,

But hope was what my hands were losing a hold of.

I got up from the ground,

only to be forced back down,

to be tripped,

and kicked,

and never once missed.

Words of hate followed me home,

as I wrote a letter to the one alone.

Alone I was as I never had thought before,

kneeling down and asking God for more.

It wasn't sincere,

because God wasn't there,

in my heart... at that time.

My mind and body acted as a mime,

to conceal my identity time after time.

My soul was black,

because the Holy Spirit I had lacked.

I prayed not for my wishes,

but for my everlasting needs,

so I cried as I worshiped,

I got down on my knees.

I was glowing all around,

more so inside than out.

I thanked the only one as I once again prayed,

for making me who I am today.

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