Intentional

INTENTIONAL

Loving kindness is enate.

It is the opposite of hate.

Divine choice to use,

Only if you are predisposed or abused.

45 now and I’ve never found my father’s love.

If he was here now, would he still push and shove?

How can I find belief in myself?

When self-love and self-care remain on a shelf.

I’m putting forth effort to save me.

So many months and months of group therapy,

All that effort baffles me.

Yet I’m still locked out without a key.

And if no improvement manifest,

I am almost ready to take my last test.

Should I leave a note behind for those I love?

What could I possibly say, “release a dove?

Does all my defects and failure die too?

Or does it live only to mock my truth?

I thought I was special adorned with favor.

Its late and I could use a savior.

Will he return or provide some way of escape?

Even now it looks as if someone has drawn the drapes.

Where is the color of my so-called life?

And where does it live? But in a place called strife.

Is it red or blue?

Is it green or pink?

There are no confirmations yet I’m using more ink.

The answers must lie in a blue sky and bright light.

Any other place found would cause a great fright.

Help discovered in the dark cannot be measured or be traced,

But with great courage and faith any demon can be faced.

+wae+