My Spiritual Journey
I grew up physically abused,
With only Grandma to hold on to.
I was a frail child,confused,
and couldn't understand the pain I was going through.
In my teenage years,
I was rebellious and out of control.
Emotional scars were souvenirs,
And I felt I lost my soul!
Down a long dark path
I thought my spiritual journey would end.
Listening to a Demonic Laugh
I found myself in prison with no friend.
I cried out to God for an answer,
For the death of my Grandma was too much!
Spiritual pain ate me away like cancer,
And I felt God had just lost touch.
Down that dark tunnel of tribulation,
I begin to see a spark of light.
I continued forward with determination,
With a stronger spiritual appetite!
Inside behind these evil walls,
I constantly fed my hungry mind.
At times I felt so small,
but mentally I was no longer confined!
I was once weak and frail,
and attempted suicide with a knife.
I fought my way out of hell,
because I now valued life!
My journey began so long ago
And the strength of my heart continues on.
I survived a spiritual TKO,
Emotional scars remain,but insecurities are gone!