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.
Copyright ©
Jerry Earl Ballard
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