What is Fiction and what is non
The line in my reality is so blurred
My eyes try to adjust to the words we speak
Unable to be shielded from the smile that lights my skies
False hope fills my lungs like air
Only its corrupt to my body and fills me with a hateful seed
Not wanting more
Not needing less
Cemented to an infertile ground
Growth seems non compliant
My begging seems to fall on deaf ears
Causing death to enter into the garden that once flourished
I know the cost I pay at trying
Proceeding in an endeavour that no one else can see
Stepping out on faith and my Father that heal-ith thee
Casting my cares on him and not on doubt
Giving prayer my worries
Living life lite in pain
Shameful passing my feelings
I now lean on our gain
Prosperity seems the answer
though not always what is truth
I'm hoping you see the wealth in me
And invest in what you once thought to be closest to you
©2009 Erica Harrell (Rachelle Reve`)
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