Every Grain of Sand
Every Grain of Sand
I’m accused of being grandiose,
Accused of being preachy
And I am to certain degrees;
A qualification I add from
Years and years of
Heartache and tears,
And I guess if life had been kinder,
Warm to accepting the
Positives rather than negatives;
I could have been a teacher,
Helping people not to venture
Where I have been; self-doubt,
Cowardice – self-loathing – coldness
And ignorance,
But in being fair,
It was a conditioning forced
Upon me as a child with little choice;
The choice -
To try success with happiness –
And many men turn to become a soldier
When the doubt of who you are eats
Voraciously upon a secret fragile heart;
My world, has been spited to the point
I myself have exact that spite myself.
I have been unkind in many ways
For the anger that sits inside –
And it’s hard,
So frustrating and debilitating
Suffering handicaps of the mind,
The Spirit,
The Soul of a once placid fragile child,
For it seems my every actualisation
To attempt compassion is blocked
While rocking to and fro freely is
The bitterness of years spent –
Ridiculed and haunted,
Taunted – bullied
Like the child that cried – beaten
In the playground,
Beaten-up for nothing.
Now I’m grandiose,
Now I’m preaching with the pride
They tried to thrash,
But if any reaches a like minded
Victim of abuse,
Then there you’ll find the empathy,
There you’ll find true courage,
And if I could really teach,
Really preach just one
Distinctive feature for you to place
Within your heart,
It would be the act of forgiveness
For every soured Man and God
Who’ve tried their very utmost
To quicken only death.
Always,
Check upon yourself,
Never take All for granted,
Centre your very being
On your human that is living,
Never let the charms of death
Cheat you from who you are
Or frighten you to submission,
Embrace not the cruelty
But only;
The beauty of your life.
Michael J Waite 24th December 2012.
<Deleted User> (9966)
Fri 30th Dec 2011 18:03
Sound.And well read. Thanks for sharing!