DIRECTION

Every poem tells a story, every story tells a tale; A tale of a life, a life of living hell.
Why am I to have a reason to live, If it’s my life that I must give.
I only have one so let me live it, If I must find my gift, the Lord giveth.
It is my road that’s dangerous and dark, As I travel I will follow my heart.
No one by my side, still I walk alone; for I know its path is headed home.
How could I forget from where I came, As if my present is distant from pain.
Can I not remember how I got here, to close my eyes and shed no tears.
I have listened yet choose not to follow, in others footsteps down a trail of sorrow.
I am destined for greatness this I know, my destination in sight but does not show.
Living to die in front of the world for all to see, past deceased to set my future free
But If I am to die for what I believe, I will take my directions and follow my lead