Misery

For miles around I spectate

This sea, a tragedy.

Isolation, fear, and regret

How did I ever amount to deserve

This despicable death?

Its at this moment I realize

What I need to survive

My life.

These internal demons, these memories

Presiding in my life as pain and remorse

The drugs, alcohol and divorce.

All these unrecognized blessings dropped into my life

No father, no mother,

Just my struggle through strife.

Adversity recently reviewed as a tragedy,

Now examined as my saving grace.

I mold these memories into my strength,

My boat from which I will escape this island,

These malleable memories define me

Who would I be with out them?

You see,

Its not simply just my misery,

Its the addition of perserverence through the dark

That real makes a mark.

Its what I live by,

Relentless pursuit

Of what your heart has determined as truth

James 1:2 is what I pursue

How about you?