Struggling

Consider this prologue....

Struggle. Everyone struggles every single day. Whether it is struggling because you are waiting and nothing is happening, (awesome message from Freedom House Church today) or struggling to get out of bed or even struggling to find the right words to say to someone. Everyday you are struggling against something, but struggling isn't an option either. Its what makes us who we are. 

Should you have an addiction and you overcome it. The struggle of overcoming is what makes you a better person. If climbing Mount Everest weren't such an endeavor would it mean so much? Highly doubt it. It would be expected, like a stepping stone. 

I have struggled with quite a few things, but that is for another day as today I keep it generic and I give you a poem. About struggle. A spoken word of sorts (Its still a work in progress and as far as I'm concerned all my poetry is until it is published) and a picture of a wild flower struggling just to bloom.

Struggling Man - Spoken Word

I’m outlined as a human adult male,
that’s failing to catch the wind in his sails.
I’m being appraised by the World,
like its opinion even matters, but
its really just hot air being expelled.

I'll stare them in the eyes, shaking my finger,
for I will not be determined by letters and numbers.
You see...you can’t measure character with a ruler,
nor can my worth be weighed by a jeweler.
I’m not defined in a book written by Merriam and Webster.

I'll proceed with difficulty and great effort

I can’t allow this... my  life to divert.
I’ll become an expert in being hurt
as I continue to shake off new dirt
while fighting this tide.
There is so much more inside
My dreams are six times as tall
and four times as wide
as the opposition with which it collides,...
but I won’t... be... denied...
I want Happiness, Security, Friendship...
...and to find a bride...

...So I’m screaming, “I can I can I can...
and I will”...
but this world just says “Move along, move along,”
it really just wants to prove me wrong.
By adding a not where it doesn’t belong
They are adding extra letters to my song!...

...But I’ll stick with three...
‘G’... ’O’... ’D’...
...For I believe in the Holy Trinity!
The Reality that my eyes can’t see
The One that loves you and me.
For the only ‘not’ I WILL see
is firmly placed on my shoes
so my feet don’t get bruised
while walking the path that few choose
to... ...to be followed…

I’m not allowed to shadow
someone whose steps ring hollow
That will bring me no happiness... just sorrow.
and no security... I’ll have to borrow.
and with no friendship... I'll be alone tomorrow...

...But that’s the lies the world sings.
My ears are tuned to the King of Kings!
Who says the world is lying
There are much greater things
in store for me!

Before the walls were closing in...
Trying to hold my ground, I was strugglin.’
No room to breathe, I was suffocatin.’
but then His hand reached in.
He said, “This isn’t the end.”
Washed in His grace that never ends.
Sins forgiven this is where my life begins...
Again...

So gaining what was lost at very little cost.
The appreciation from many that accosted...
...me.
The support from those that crossed...
...me.
Faith from the ones the glossed...
… over me.
The one whose heart just tossed...
...me...

To bear the burden in the pain.
To be the pleasure in the gain.
Held fast like an anchoring chain...
Grabbing life by the reigns...
You see it really is all that plain...
and simple...

Its time to erase some lines,
redefine what it is to be a man
that manned his life with a staff on his left
and a hand in his hand...

Born of the Earth by God...
Formed from the grassless sod...
Tempted by satan... whom we all know is a fraud...
While still in amazement and awe of this being God...

That made me just the way I am...
not be a struggling man,
but to struggle so that I can man
this wonderful life in which I stand,
proud, hand in hand. Struggle is banned
it is so miniscule because my God
... My God is Grand.