It's been a long time since I really sat with onself to create
Here is why...
I was waiting for the pain to break
Yet still waiting
Is my muse shown only in happy times?
With that, who am I really helping?
That is NOT lifes story
I feel better when I can relate. But I wanted to hush the sadness,the
madness, the pain that crept in my life
Attempting to steal my Glory
IT WAS WINNING
Keeping me from ....me and I just didn't want to do what I was created to.
Many forms it takes, attack after attack and I question as I crumble
Why me? No fight in me I see
No left hook or jab would help me I was shook
Crowded negative all around me, No matter where I looked
My pencil stayed in it's cradle not fulfilling any purpose...just like me
Alast a revelation came to me so simple and clear one day
Atmonstphere change in the form of Feng Shui
Redecoration in the room in which I pray
There release of my creativity
Yea...It's been a long time life seems to get in the way
Yet my spiritual gift will always be in God's Eyes for me
Praying for guidance often, all the time, constantly
Pencil in hand...... time to spend my time more wisely.