Emotion, digging at my heels, thrusting through my flesh,
Pressing out from my soul; self contained; still momentarily sustained.
Love keeps changing my mind, it's changing my heart,
It's tearing me apart; forced within by self controlling fear.
I don't know the end, I can't see past my resistence; insistence,
That I know my way, before taking my steps; faithless,
Yet hopeful, still doubtful, but willing to venture the unknown.
Age finds you quickly; the ticking clock is syncopating my journey.
Faithless
Poetry By Mark Edgemon
From all-creatures.org
SPIRITUAL AND INSPIRATIONAL
POETRY ARCHIVE
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