Poem -

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

I wish
I could
Be forgiven
but
you left
Before
I could
make
Things
Right

I still
Want
To believe
In
RedemptionĀ 
Yet
The
Slippery
Funnel
I findĀ 
Myself
In
Draws
Me
Deeper
Within
Its
Slope

My hands
Still
Reaches
For
The
Sky

I haveĀ 
To
BelieveĀ 
There
Will
Be some
Sort
Of
Deliverance
In
The
End

I know
Though
At
The
Core
Of
who
I
Am
I am just
a
Wretched
Man

Somewhere
there
Is a
Desire
To
Conquer
My own
Fallacies
And
I amĀ 
Willing
To
Eat
My
Pride
Look
Up
And
Let the
Creator
BringĀ 
Me to
His
Pasture

At this
Point
Though
I have
No
Strength
ToĀ 
Even
use
The
Muscle
Strength
To
Make
This
Gesture

JustĀ 
Know
My
Creator
I amĀ 
Wanting
To
Submit.......

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Being Me

At first I thought this was about losing a loved one and failing to heal rifts before they passed. But by the end I was convinced it was about faith, essentially.Ā  The reader gets the impression that God walked out on the writers life many times... once too many and now the writer is questioning whether his faith is even strong enough anymore. An interesting conundrum we have all experienced at one time or another. I honestly feel faith in something is more important than the god or goddess. If you believe in something hard enough then the brain will take that as reality x

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Being Me
it was both.Ā  I lost my dad.Ā  We had a great relationship but I wanted to pay back a debt I owed and never did.Ā Ā 

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