Harrowing Fig

I hold on the fig upon the tree, it cannot fall too far from it if I were to pull upon it, surely it will not stay in tranquility, as I hold it in my bear hands, I know it feels what I feel I have experienced happiness in this woven of life, nourishing my joy through the sun and its light, perhaps I have been eager to stand up high in the branch, because the light that has been too bright knew to tarnish me Before I have came to knowing you, a door opened to my life, I had a choice in reality whether I should run or hide, conveying myself to reveal my botheration, would it change the events that occur in my home inside? Let alone those words enclose deeply, as I await alone for this situation to stop spilling emotions I tend to give out freely I cannot seal myself from what I come to experience, driven through seasonal changes, anger, and numbness the emotions I cannot cleanse, maybe if I to abandon what is around me, then I will continue to grow, But because I left out the will of staying strong, the water still will not flow I am fearful of my surroundings like i’m prisoned of guilt, The truth cannot speak itself, but only to others if it's true, Why is it that I toss and turn on my stem? peddling my emotions down a thoughtful situation, but dishesitant of knowing that what I can hope for is out of the blue As I light my candle, in my sanctuary of peace I put my hands together, relieved as my sorrow decease Through my heart and soul surrendering what my mind hides beneath, I call upon the one and only God, for he knows the path for me As tears escape my face, I felt my stem grow stronger, they burst out in sadness, and swiftly in a smile I come to now redeem in what has burdened me, as I acknowledge I am not the situations that is suddenly created, but the light of what it can be changed to.