A Poet’s Tundra – Day 218, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz (In Progress)

Searching for profit through proper syntax,
As a prophet without a lot to give back.
It’s hard enough to read a bible knowing I am not intact,
But,
I plan on breaking free from a spell through the whiplash,
I receive from God’s word while I sit back,
And,
Reminisce on mistakes I’ve made.
Mistakes making the big man I’ve became,
By accepting my failures.
How else can I melt away glaciers,
Of tears frozen from a Tundra called a heart that stopped,
Years ago?
In spite of my refusal to grow in the past,
What other choice do I have,
Besides flowing through the cracks,
Of a voice I vow to boom through clouds as loud as I can?…