Thought Streams from The River of Life
Living Library Of Love
What is my ability,
The Gift you've given me?
Apparently it wasn't money.
No matter what I tried to be,
There was never enough to see,
Pass the pile of bills in front of me.
Constantly a place to be,
Never enough time for me,
Draining all my energy.
In a pit of misery,
A person I was trained to be,
Now again my pockets empty.
Nothing in front of me,
Trying to use my ability,
Without being able to see,
Frustration and anger envelope me.
Emotions run uncontrollably,
Into this wall,
I hope I built it properly.
Catching the negativity,
Transmuting energy,
I'm not afraid to be me.
My own university,
The school of adversity,
Diversity,
Where you are me,
A living Library of Love.
Words from Heaven above,
Directly from the ONE,
Who created this son.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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Comments (1)
This was so profound. Loved your poem!