The Visitation

Life has been calling, but I let it ring too long.

Numbness, blackness begins...

The dust has finally settled,

Blind to the world,

Except to the ache I feel

Parched to the core, for love is not real

Lost in the misery of that moment

When it all came crashing down

How empty are promises of trust and faith

Yet, I shall rise from it all

For I know this is who I am, this is how I will always be

I will bow to no man, except one

It is He.

Year III

The countdown begins.