Forgive Me, Grandma – Day 280, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Hi,
Grandma!
It’s your grandson checking in.
Lately,
I haven’t had many people I can speak to while I keep steady with,
A palm shaking as I write poem,
After poem,
While my mind goes blank worrying for the readiness,
I must prepare for when heading into a room full of people I don’t want to see.
Forgive me,
But,
That includes the family you’ve built.
I dread arriving to a home where I’m not wanted by your daughter,
As I try my best not to spill milk,
From a glass filled,
Halfway by promises you’ve made.
Promises informing me of how everything is going to be okay,
As long as I seek God no matter how rainy the storm gets.
If only my flesh wasn’t in such deep denial,
Chasing after what tends to leave my spirit dead…
Yet,
How blessed am I to have a God who desires my rebirth,
Instead of my departure?
I just wish he’d do the same for you,
Ever since your vessel was buried all because of life’s horrors,
None of us can escape,
Even if we choose to…