Description interim of a raising a child and knowing ones' purpose.


I want another chapter

But I can’t seem to find the point

No perspective, nor point of reference

this portrait becomes its own

it separates the artist who can barely explain

his inspiration

God looks over my shoulder

Breathes life into his beautiful form

I can only hope to not do harm

His design, his best plan

I wait, lost in the middle of a story

I can barely comprehend

Only that I’m the antagonist

And I find myself, alone again


Don’t lick your wounds, they’ll say your selfish

Self involved

Show no intent, nor problem solved

We wait in interim, wait to be called

Question the point of it all

When a shadow completely eclipses me

Demanding more than I could ever afford

I gave you everything I had,

But you needed, so much more…

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