Is it really You first?
Or is it me?
I find myself looking,
But it's what I want to be.
The time on my hands,
Should be best in Yours,
But I keep wanting control,
I keep playing lead role.
Am I letting go?
Or am I holding on?
I feel stressed,
Like it's what I need done.
But what do You want?
What is Your plan?
I keep having to-do lists,
But my soul won't understand.
It's the end of the day.
What time have I left?
And here I am,
On my writing desk.
And now I talk,
And You listen first,
And then I read,
From Your Word.
I've got it all wrong,
You've got it all right,
My lifestyle,
Is not mine.
It should be Yours,
But I want me.
Change my life,
Don't let it be.
YOU ARE READING
War Underneath
PoetryWords and thoughts about things that are fought within the heart, soul, and mind. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing; And the dog you choose to feed will win. ~~~~~ Author Note: I will warn you that words can wield just like a sword and t...
