Ahead

                               

                 Poetry begins to cry.

  My fears speak, as sharp arrows proceed to attack.  Digging into the side of my hopes, in the heel of my longings.

And in the palm of the goals that one day I wanted to achieve.

         The image comes to life in front of me.

                 My gasp not get out.

          "Perhaps this is too much for me ..."

And I fail to perceive; He, with his sparkling eyes still there.

                I finally got to this point.

           The moment where tears must stop.

My eyes open in the darkness; solitude, silence and immensity.

This fog that sometimes prevents me from thinking.

When genetic slouch.

           And my dream is dust, nothing more.

                And poetry screams again.

I keep going to achieve that by which the light hit me.

                I finally got to this point.

Where everything becomes nothing and just how impossible I can grasp.

     When it seems crazy to the world impels me to fly.

         And Carpenter tools start working in me.

          "As hurts sometimes", beginning to sob.

The tenderness drives me to speak, "Just hold on a little longer."

I do not perceive achievement; He's sparkling eyes still there.

I want to believe so much in you that ride the time machine is in your presence write.

               Not to die rather than live.

            We finally managed to perceive ...

   ... Although I completely broke, He will be there.

"... I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me."

(Philippians 3:12)