My Vent

[Palaver]

My Vent

I persistently feel like I'm falling apart,
Tormented by issues beyond my control
And while it is taking its toll on my heart
I've never once taken my eyes off the goal.

What? Put it out of my mind did you say?
Well let me remind you, I've seen more than most,
And risen above more than many today,
An accomplishment even my critics can't boast.

I grasp every last ray of hope and hold on
Like the last withered leaf that still clings to the vine
To my dream that's been pent up inside for too long
And struggle to keep what is left of my mind.

By virtue of talents on all accounts shown
(A given to those He has placed in my care!)
I cling to my dream and refuse to be thrown
And scream to my God if He ever was there!

"This vision you granted when I was a child,
Betrayed and abandoned, scared out of my head,
With no one to turn to and pissed at the world,
You'll have to pry from me, but not 'til I'm dead!"

Then with gentle persuasions the kernel is coaxed,
In spite of how futile and distant it seems
And takes root in my angry heart wounded and broke
As I start to draw strength for the battle I'm in.

The motive behind every word from my lips
I certainly hope is not lost in lament
Forthright and determined, I shoot from the hip
But now and again it feels good to give vent!


© by Naomi Hinshaw-Hersh
1/16/07
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