Monday, June 19, 2017

Abba

Posted by Adele Hattingh at 12:51 AM
The words from the prophet’s mouth
Circling my head
Like a hungry worn out vulture
Waiting to dive down
And devour the leftovers of my
Tattered mind
Eaten away by self doubt
And narcissistic proud
That proclaim
I can! I will!

The call of the prophet on my life
Crawling closer from the outskirts
The battlefield of my thoughts
Fighting for a chance
To create my own story
Yet my story is written
A tale from above that decree
I can! I will!

In spite of your rules
Despite your judgement
However hard
However long it may take
To get your approval
Your nod of acceptance
Your voice that proudly remark
She will.. she did..

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