With This Pen I Move Forward
Vtwilli
Through your sorrow move ahead. Share your experiences. Satan defeats us in the battlefield of the mind
With This pen I Move Forward
Sparsely I breathe, gasping for air and grasping at the floor. I was traumatized at love lost; nevermore. Delicate breezes invaded the room and all hurt was then consumed and light filled the space, there is light in every place. I stood, and the silence transformed my scowl. I moved towards the truth, I was fooled by a clown.
I sit now at my desk- it is my stage. I pick up my pen and move forward with my life. I think, I laugh and I pray. This is my story. With this pen I move forward. The path is narrow and you cannot follow.
No too impure to follow
Allow me to share my life.
Religiously, I write until I cannot feel. My fingers are drawn close and still I desire to go on. The darkness tries to come in. I defend it off with my pen, I spread the gospel. I reflect on my life and its paths, the times that I succeeded and failed; I add them all to my masterpiece that is continuously flowing from me.
I sit here now in my bed. On my arms I rest my head- tapping my pen for a moment to regain my composure. I sit upright and now it is my time to display the contents of my mind I recoil then assault. This scene is now my stage. I pick up my pen and move forward with my life. I think, I laugh and I pray. This is my story. With this pen I move forward. The path is narrow and you cannot follow.
No too impure to follow
Allow me to give God the glory.
You have no victory here because I still live.