A Blank Page For A Clean Slate – Day 152, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Blank,
Like the page I’m writing on,
Yet,
It’s necessary.
Wiping the slate clean in a mind replaying too many horrors exhausting itself into oblivion.
Who am I kidding?
No need there is to revisit a past I’m no longer interested in.
A past I’ve worn out on a sleeve I’ve ripped off in a war against demons insisting on my downfall.
No,
Sir!
I shall rise from a tide of tears trying to wash me away out of existence.
A life I believe I deserve to live within the confines of a God and his righteous expectations.
As I owe him my spirit only He can cleanse,
In a world muddied by the fallen.
Whether that’d be my grace,
Or,
Angels in paradise who couldn’t forget the sins He has forgotten…