I used to think that suffering
would motivate my art
The tortured words that came hence forth
As I was torn apart
I used to think it only pain
That tapped in to my chest
Could force the sounds out of my lips
A message of unrest
Back then just pain was what it took
To go from head to heart
To feel a feeling and a need
That gave my soul a start
Now I’ve grown and seen some things
And walked a lot of miles
And learned to have more gratitude
And experienced the smiles
I know the beauty life can give
And that we can renew
That heart and mind can be aligned
To fully create the new
So now my prose
Is simply wrote
Without the need to guess
Of where I stand in line to God
And know that I am blessed.
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