I feel like I’ve reached the end of the road;
there’s nothing else for me to write.
I’m still weighted down by a heavy load;
with no battles remaining to fight.
Slowly I’m trudging through each day;
my efforts have become merely token;
I’m seeking to reach the past, some way;
I feel as though my spirit is broken.
Purpose dried up in the heat of the day;
reality had lost all it’s meaning;
I must learn to ignore defeat, some way;
all my negative thoughts, convening.
Brokeness reached the heart of my soul;
desperation had captured my dreams;
I couldn’t conceive that I still had a role;
but life’s never as bad as it seems.
The Master of destiny is still on His throne;
His purpose Lights each road;
sharing the burden we claim as our own;
the Master carries our load.
Through interactions with sisters and brothers;
there’s much to master, before we go home
what we can’t learn from mistakes of others,
we’re destined to learn from our own.
Failures are infused within our life role;
they were a part of our incarnation;
mistakes were expected of each soul;
but failure’s not destination.