Focused, or at least that's what I thought,
War rages as my anger is fought.
Trying too hard has blurred my vision,
Wounds created by a self inflicted incision.
One that snakes it's way, tangling pride,
Constricting tightly cutting off the life that's supplied.
My ears are filled by voices like a refreshing rain,
Each drop that hits the drum begins to nullify the pain.
A sudden down pour occurs as I tune every other sound out,
Eyes close as gentle years drench this overdue drought.
Then, everything in life seems to be crystal clear,
Satisfaction from failure, not fear.
For there is something to strive for to breathe success,
Dreams and goals shine, as doubt has no power to suppress.
All negativity has been vanquished by the Son's light,
Love and joy for myself have finally chosen to unite.
Breaking bondages set in stone long ago,
Stepping out of darkness, never again will I hide in a shadow.
Have fun with those that bring courage to your heart,
For inspiration is transferred through this bond that can not be torn apart.
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