9/19/08

Crawled up, heating pad against my belly
Listening to sirens stream thru the streets of my Harlem
I stare @ the bars on my livingroom window
Feeling trapped from yet another wasted day
8-10hour shifts I'm use to executing on my daily
But is $'s worth enduring the pain?
I can crown Self a pill-popper
And no not in a ecstasy sense
Eventhough the more codeine I devour
The more I feel like I'm being lifted into space
Unconscious Self, hand me the trashcan so I can puke up this conditon
Wash it away and exit this place
Everyday its a 50/50 chance I'll be regular
As dramatic (some may say)
Energetic
Wild and crazy as I am
I've moved into such a humble place
Just last Wednesday, you could see the alcohol in my face
Now back here chaise laying in such a boredom state
But my faith is still in place
I have faith in him
I read Peter I versus 4: 12,13,19
The l♥ve of Tonia to thank
I kept reading and landed @ Peter 1 verse 5 3:10 and Joy took over my case
The chapter ending in...
"And after you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, support, strengthen, and establish you."
No more teary eyes
A smile has replaced
The over-Joy I feel because I know blessings will soon chase
Track me down and provide a bed of his Grace
I would l♥ve to know, how deep is your faith?

The Sun is shinning in my soul so I'm prepared for the heavy rains...

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