I came to this place to get away
at first to find peace...
but lately Ive been go'n thru some trials & tribulations
I just cant shake
I thought that this was my mental safe haven
my place to escape when the world became over bare'n
but things have tanted this place...
it bares no trace of its innocence
its innocence has been replaced with sorrow, pain, & hate
no more happy joyful memories
to put the heart at ease
love had up rooted and left me alone
as if it was never here
in the wake of all I hold dear the Devil dwells
in the place that was once my earthly vision of heaven
hell resides here...
in all of this darkness my demons suface and my skeletons have come out the closet
left alone on the battlefield...
I fight a rightous fight to the land of my Redempton
left with bruses, scars, a few flesh wounds
with the blood of the ones I held responsable on my hands
I can see my sins, flaws and all the things that make me unperfect in the eyes of man...
I go to war to reclaim my soul
for they kno not of tha pain that has me weary
but of the smile they see me wearing
and to them everythings okay
but I still have to wake up to this face...
past, present, & future
feeling like a failure
Its said that in ya most try'n times tha Lords carrys his child to safey-
so to him I pray in hopes that he hears my plea
it is said that he never gives you more than what he thinks you can bare-
sometimes I think he gives me more than my fare share
on the road to my Redemption Poetry is my Savior
in the face of all that makes me who I am
I am Beautiful...I am Leta Lea