This is a letter to the Divine or whoever runs this place.

I’m writing this because I have never seen your face.

But I got some questions about whats with this human race.

I notice that we run back and forth with no regard for the others space.

and wars are being fought with lots of guards kicking a brother’s face.

and a sister trying to stay a virgin while the kidnapper’s try to make money

in a third world country where a show will make a sketch to make it seem funny.

but she’s no longer a jewel for her betrothed, and life’s not like honey.

come to my side of the neighborhood we robed in strife and its not sunny.

I work a nine to five, yet my money will never help my mom stay alive.

she’s got cancer and she strives to smile whenever hell knocks on her door to say hi.

And I feel like prancer pulling reigns for miles and they sell me weed cause I gotta stay high just to cope with life, am I writing this right? Or will you strike me down for questioning you tonight?

I got more to write but I think for now this will suffice, please respond soon as I hold on tight.

Sincerely,

A Struggling Soul

NOTE: This series of poems are/will be a work of fiction. These are not my personal opinions.

So I’m back.. its been about 5 years, but I’ve seen many worlds and many tears.

I’m a father now, I thought you’d like to know, but now I feel so many fears.

If you could give an explanation for why my father was never here,

Why he would sit in my presence and never claimed me as his own?

And I would get mad when I could only see him once a year,

and my friend got to talk to his daddy on the phone.

but now I got a baby in my arms and another yet to appear

on the ultrasound, but I have found the joy in having a baby of my own

but I’m scared cause I think I’ll be the same coward and follow the steps that adhered

to the code of the irresponsible, but I press toward the soil where good seeds were sown,

I wonder if I’m writing to one who exists for real, or are you like Santa with a beard?

Can you help me in a life where the men are just boys looking for defense while lying prone?

I look at two eyes that look into mine, and I can’t help but think of the way I was reared.

Do you think, I will live up to the standard of a man that was never known?

Sincerely,

A Struggling Soul

this is very touching and shows a perspective not often portrayed this well.

My heart goes out to all the youth who gotta walk in the shadows…

Song thats been a favorite of mine… a lot of sincerity in it.

Who Is Your God?

What if God meant what He said……

I grew up a very fear afflicted child. When I was little, I often felt unsafe, was always worried about people close to me dying, getting sick, etc. When you think about it.. those were valid fears. I mean, I can die at any time, right? But does it really matter if our fears are true? I still need to live. God said “Do not fear, for I am with you.” He didn’t say “Do not fear, because nothing bad is gonna happen to you.” Just the fact that He’s with me and loves me should give me the drive to keep going. Its about being intentional about my life and staring fear in the face. Granted, my fears are way different then they were as a child, but all I can do is not “let them break me!” 

Insecurity is my own undoing half the time. They exist and they beat me up all the time, but I will never allow them to beat me down… not again.