I know them well
They dwell deep within
A whisper on the whims of the mind
Playing will she, won’t she
Pulling off one petal at a time
Seemingly dainty, seemingly small
As all seeds planted though
Water it and it will grow
The jealous eye
The envious soul
The man with nothing to live for
The woman with nothing to loose
You see it’s churning, getting mulled over
Rolling and tumbling it goes
Growing into something more
Does she even love me?
Why can it not be mine, am I not deserving?
Do I even matter?
Should I even keep living?
Why must we struggle?
Tell me, is this life even worth it?
Yet, what happens when we look from the other side
A wife planning a surprise and requires the help of his good friend
A boss that has a better promotion and is waiting for the meeting at months end
A man speaking of hope is just behind a door
And as the child is slowly forming from within,
A friend is right around the corner, rushing to tell you
Her family wants you to move in.
So share what’s on your heart my friend,
You’ll find she loves you more now than she did back then
Believe you are meant for greatness and have just a bit more patience
And be glad for those who come before
For soon it will be your turn.
Have courage to take but one more step
And after that then the next
Until you reach place of peace that heals your broken world
And helps you see onward
My friend you are not alone.
For the girl left crying, sitting alone
You are more valuable then treasures of gold
While you still have lungs to breath
Know that with love you can build a home
And give your child what they truly need
Just hold on and believe
You've been given a friend who will help you succeed.
Ahhh doubts, I know them well
Always tapping on your shoulder
Wanting you to turn and look away
They distract you from the truth
They are the seeds that if watered will burn your sanity away
Make you question all life’s blessings
It wants to keep you chained in dismay
Bringing you closer to a sea of depression
Just another form of digression
Making you slowly waste away.
Is a breath of fresh air to a drowning man’s lungs
It is the weapon of warfare we choose to use
In order to overcome
Faith is the soil that allows only good seeds to grow
So for those who hear whispers
And have trouble guarding their mind
Fill your garden with soil
Where doubts can go to die
And don'tbe ashamed if you have to borrow soil from a friend
Be honest, be open and share what’s on your mind
For doubts try to keep you dormant
But faith and will bring you life