Hello, these are two short works that I have completed. Both are reminiscent of current and past struggles that I have had in my life. The first is a poem, and the second is more of a short story. Please leave me some feedback of what you think about it.



Fate in Dream

I dream, I sleep, my soul, to keep
I fall I walk I shout my words.
To those who fear the cursed, the purged.
I wait, to stay my stand right here,
I watch the angels, in awe I'm scared!
I think, I ponder my plan, my way,
the day, the sun, it rises and shines,
the land, the people, will sing their chimes.

I stay in darkness, to hear my sentence.
In fear I walk the dry sea waters.
They come to take my pride, my joy.
I'm stripped, I'm fallen, I see my God.
I stretch my hand to Him who wanders.
To help the fallen, the weak, the poor.
But He who came, He vanished from sight.
I'm helpless, I'm thirsty, I ponder my right.

My hands, they shake in fear I see,
the dark, the empty the cave I seek.
To enter, to find the way back home.
I want to see the hell that haunts,
To kill, the demons that dwell in remorse.
I'm bloody, to say the battle is over.
I'm conquered, my body is broken and torn.
I'm taken in darkness to learn his ways.

I wake, I sweat, my body it trembles,
the dream, the fear, the scar it leaves.
my body is safe from him who wants.
My soul to keep in darkness, in dreams.
My God is here, in awe He inspires,
My path, His promise, His arms they comfort.
My fears they vanish to dust, they settle,
I dream, I sleep, my soul to keep.



Ascent from the Descent

I wade in the water and close my eyes.
Feel the salty air, smell the sunbaked sand.
My mind wanders, ignorant of the squalking seagulls.
Pictures flash in a tunnel of memories.
Those that were meant to be forgotten, reappear unsolicited.
They burn my heart with no remorse.
My mind is plagued with scenes.
Pulled back to the child of my age.
Who would have known better?
I revert to the time of the beginning.
My heart burns.
Would he have known the future?
No clarivoyance for the innocent.
Nor the guilty.
Can't stop when you start running.
Running in a hole, never bothering with the shovel.
There is no alternate path.
No source of heat, only the breath of an ice demon.
In the far corner of my mind, there is a single hope.
A golden ladder for this dark hole.
Burnt hands that cannot grasp.
It is only meant for those who want.
I conceive my past intentions.
They arise as shadows in the fire.
How far have I gone?
A spark in the cold.
It has started to spread.
The smell of petroleum rises from the dark.
Igniting the words of the demon.
It strips my intellect.
My core is shaken to the knees.
I grasp my black heart.
The pulse is pounding vulnerably.
The sound of stretched twine.
A voice resounds in the tunnel.
It brings warmth to this icy fire.
Falling backwards in the light.
Caught in a recurring web of holes.
My mind skips and restarts.
Every time the voice is stronger.
It has a stronger sense of urgency.
The shine from the gold is faded by rust.
My mind is broken by the voice.
My eyes open.
The tunnel is as real as my intentions.
Time is running out.
The path will be blocked forever.
The tunnel has become narrow.
Memories beckon me deeper.
It brings the numb of cold.
My perception is narrowed.
My choice of words are selected.
As a cry from an infant.
The voice responds patiently.
My joints are stiffened.
My fear was never realized.
The ladder is drawing nearer.
The voice brings a power that warms my soul.
It give me strength.
To climb the ladder.
There is no looking back.
The smell of the salty air brings me back to my senses.
Lingering thoughts of the ice demon.
Shatters as glass as the voice approaches me.
The image of the Father is known to me.
There is no pause in the flow of energy.
The power that I now wield is feared by the darkness.
I have been sent by Him who knows all.
My future has been constructed by the Grand Architect.
I cannot see all of the blueprints.
But I hold the rope that guides.
It prevents failure into the depths.
All that is on my mind is to perform in His service.
And to love everyone, as He loves me.

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