Today marks two years and three days I penned this piece in my draft mail. As I here now I am trying figure out what inspired it. But honestly I cannot fathom where I drew my inspiration from. Well sometimes we all get to that path of the crossroads. Today I chanced on it and I kind of found something to urge me on. Hope you also find that piece or thing that will urge you on today.
The harsh decision we make because
Of certain choices go a long way
To affect our thinking and the long term our lives
These decisions either make or unmake us
I have made certain decision that I am not proud of
But the Father above knows better
Sometimes I wish just a sign
Would help me renew my Faith Trust and Hopes
That He isn’t Just a myth
I believe through my writings, He listens to my thoughts
Because I have never for once doubted his
Existence I just need a sign
I have carried a certain Faith
I have believed and still do
Believe in the Holy Book and His Son
That alone one would say, is enough proof
But for a distress man on the cross paths this is my letter
A letter of a distress call, a letter written in blood
During My darkest hours of life
On this path of distress help me
Make a decision because my Faith, Hope and Trust dwindles by the day
With the little of these left, I write this distress letter
