I am God's poem

(poems go here) My life is God’s Poema His workmanship, personified However, the voice that is instructed to know the words that would sustains me Failed to reach my heart I became weary and doubtful Convinced, life was a struggle I fought The utterance awakened me So that my ears would listen Like one being taught I began writing down my thoughts Narrative ballads That ache down to my finger tips Leaving lead and ink stains on paper like tabloid residue Bleeding through layers beneath it A life Spiraling out of notebooks With medicinal Manu scriptures I could not decipher Only follow Filling an empty life spiritually hollow I adhere Healing from within I begin To transform I am God’s poem