Question of faith
A distant light not exactly far
In terms of my source of carriage
Was and is the means of inspirational hope
That has held me through
The passing if the obstacles
My own choices lead me to.
But the brightest of its gleam,
Through as powerfully bright
As all the articles of beauty,
We know on this weak, global concept
Is not as bright
As it was when I first believed.
I am traveling through darkness
Of piercing luming brightness,
Because I have distanced myself
From the source of flaming light
That I aim to catch up with,
Though it never moved from
Its steadfast position
Where it has always stood.
Age 19
