Not Ashamed

My disappointment that you weren't there,

Only shows how much I care.

My wrestle with faith, in strength I grow. Asking for answers upon me to bestow.

And if I cry and wail and weep,

It doesn't mean that I am weak.

Quite the opposite, I stand to prove.

On crooked paths I shall not move.

All the feelings weed out the fray,

Clear the path and mark the way.

With courage I follow by your side,

The lighted way the struggle provide.

And this is how the story goes,

Each soul who chose the mortal throws.

I'm not ashamed come the judgment stare,

Of those who confuse my humble prayer.

Amen.

Written by Emily