When the rock struck me sideways,
Lying face down,
Confused and afraid,
Couldn’t see the daylight.
Dazzled as to where to leap,
Or where to turn,
In my confused altered mind.
But you stood amongst it,
Never blamed,
Nor question,
My reason for being.
Falls, turns and detours
I sympathize the whys,
The reasons for my trial.
Drifting through the motions,
On autopilot senseless,
In utter despair.
You stood amongst it,
And saw potential,
When all I saw was judgment,
In my own eyes.
The future was pale,
My intentions scattered,
Through the wall,
With Uncertainties and doubts,
Filling my mind.
As I try to escape my thoughts,
Uncertain,
Of what path may be.
You never relinquished,
Or ceased to be,
Your very best to me.
Though the time has passed,
And those days didn’t last,
The push served me greatly,
The rest was history,
Of my own making.
And I’ll never forget,
When I’m old and wrinkly,
An angel from God,
Ignited my path,
And never ceased to be,
Her very best to me.