THE REALM (SERIES)

 It took me time to get here.
To the depth of the system
The remembrance of great care.
The reflection of Christ,
The soul I once denied,
The purity I ought to keep,
The vanity I constantly lust after,
The words I cannot find when I try to say my mind.
Inability to surrender for the fear that I might be cheaper.
Forgotten the realm I am made from,
Not walking to the place I was made for.
Is it fear or pride?
Is it imperfection or sheer stupidity?
Not committing to sacrifice
The whispers from the nights I am torn apart
The loneliness that only I can sense
The incomplete version of a mind present in all celebrations.
A competition for a peaceful realm.
An atmosphere that ought to be my best.
The success I never had
Trials I didn't pass.
The danger of fear
The total rejection in the heart of those that should get.
I just want to get to where I forgot I was from
To sit and hear, all they failed to mention.
To experience and commit
To plead and be forgiven
To be who I am with the one who made me.
The realm of home; the best of my soul.
That's where I want to be - In the realm of home.
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