EPITOME

Not really having the best of days.

Trusting God seems harder to do.

When things do not go my way.

I can say lip service and say I'll follow You forever.

That's when I have money for bills and food stocked up that seems to never disappear.

My worst fear has come to the surface as I'm drowning breathing air.

When I am thrown in the den with the lions how will I fair?

It's not fair when God takes away something I thought was good for me.

My life support on that one obsession has took control of me.

Now cut off and the blood has been drained.

I have to rebuild from what wasn't took and repair all that was damaged.

It is taking a while to come back to my senses but I can manage.

Time to clean house there is a lot of dust swept under the rug.

I probably should do a deep clean and also sweep out the bugs.

These cobwebs in my head have made my mind fuzzy.

I was feeling like a real man when I had all at my disposal now it's all gone.

We all know how that goes....

Weighing out my pros and cons of living this lifestyle.

I still have to keep living even though my weight doesn't match now.

Only by faith I am still pressing on.

I have big matters to attend to.

When it all matters my matter isn't even a word to behoove.

Going in and out of the groove of life.

I was once dancing listening to all the simple things of life.

Now it becomes complicated I changed the rhythm and tunes.

No more upbeat me just a hollow seashell with a tomb.

Maybe I should martyr myself...

Would I get what I deserve then and still have to face the doom?

Sitting in this filled room but still empty to me.

Wasting away to misery but don't feel guilt or pity me.

THE EPITOME IS WHO I AM NOT SUPPOSE TO BE.