Such As Me

I awaken to the beauty of an outside kingdom;
one; where I no longer fit in;
in a perfect creation; granted my freedom;
yet, I don’t know where to begin.

A world, where I’m constantly self-ostracized;
tho there’s an abundance of things to see;
in the waters of sorrow, I’ve been baptised;
from my past failures; I cannot be free.

All around me; is this grand kingdom of living;
tho I’ve become a prisoner of the past;
love is this succulent feast they are giving;
while I’m in a self imposed fast.

I know I’m still here; that much is evident;
and, I know that my past is now gone;
but the heartache, I feel, has become prevalent;
and my heart refuses to move on.

Stuck in the quicksand of past transgressions;
no longer the man I used to be;
experienced many lives; and many professions;
to become a man such as me.

Life has become like a very sad song;
its lyrics, written by a clown;
I’ve lost all ability to sing along;
feeling as tho I might drown.

The Master has seen me in my despair;
opening my eyes that I might see;
whispering words, showing he’s there;
for God still loves a man such as me.

Monty 7/7/24. # 2,206