Let Sorrow Be My Guide.

I awake from a nightmare to find myself still dreaming.

I pry open a dark pit inside me and ask for healing.

Glance down in to the pit to find open wounds with it festering with decay.

I hope that boy that once was me will survive.

The man that’s me was told the boy is worthless so I hid him down there.

I look up and ask for healing waters.

I look up because I don’t see any fathers around me.

Defeat, failure, and fear I knew as a young man.

I carried my shame like it was shirt on my back.

But I knew that was naked and covered in mud.

Why was I left in dark for so long.

So this man gave himself up because he was told he wasn’t worth their time.

I look up because there no mentors to walk along side of that young man.

I look up because elders are still childern.

Sorrow has been my guide.

Failure has only pushed me up.

Defeat taught me not to rely on my own strength.

The father above is my only comfort.

He will lead me home.

His arms are wide open, and I’ll will come in to his embrace!