Emotions run through me
Can feel it, almost touch it
Envelopes me, begs to be free
Here in me, eyes open to it
In my awareness I knew you
In a home where I lack care
A spirit of violence, abuse, I knew
I walked, lived, and slept in fear
This seed came, given life
The germ of all that was present
A forest filled with strife
Concerns abound most evident
Pleasures are mine to have a kingdom
It's always been within me
This matter I lay me down
Attempts of this night to break free
I stumbled as I tried to walk
Hoping not to fall, as my parents did
Sooner I will know you stalk
Doing what you only could
This mortal of finite clay
I sought longingly to preserve
Forget I may, any given day
My life is not what I deserve
I'll reach out to the unknown
Dare to live, not by what kills
This life's not mines to own
That of faith I'll just be still
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.