A desire, <br />To be approved, to be recognized, <br />to be held for, in a place <br />that brings joy to those, <br />that matter most, <br />is such a pain <br /> <br />such a pain, <br />that just cannot be fulfilled, <br />in any way that you try, <br />to flourish, to strive, <br />failing again and again, <br />until you are just presumed to <br />fail even before your next effort. <br /> <br />I have stopped trying, <br />stopped thinking, <br />of any sort of approval, <br />since I realized, <br />The only one who I wanted, <br />to be satisfied of me the most, <br />didn't really need it, <br />perhaps never really wanted it. <br /> <br />His..grace, is too daunting, <br />His love, too...perfect. <br />as if, <br />i could just blossom, <br />with no sun to warm me, <br />no water to enrich me, <br />no recognition, to fulfill me <br />yet this flower, would still grow, <br />just because...he..is. <br />and I, <br />am nothing. <br /> <br />and joy, sorrow, disappointment, <br />all cease to be. <br />because what matters most, <br />is not me, or them anymore, <br />What matters, <br />is nothing, <br />and everything. <br />Everything, that amazes, <br />stupefies, and excites, <br />every nerve, and ever drop of blood, <br />and tears, every palpable, <br />feeling or thought, <br />that is in some part, <br />or full of wonders, <br />that He inspires, <br />and creates, <br />this..paradox, <br />this illusion, <br />this...reality.<br /><br />Zak Raz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reality-270/
