...Plain Upon Tablets

This poem was a spark that moved me to think about developing this blog and remembering the visions I wrote. I wrote this at the end of May after reading Habakkuk 2:2-3. On Tablets I once had a tablet full of dreams, but at my darkest hour, I snatched it from its secret place and ripped it to shreds, for dreams are for naught. Naught for a person like me; others got their shine, seemingly at the right place at the right time while I stood in a grocery line, making provisions for me and mine. I was working my fingers to the bone, making sure lights stayed on in the home but not on me, not on me and my dreams that I allowed to be ripped at the seams. I was making sure everyone was okay while I put a delay on me and my life ’til years ticked by and I realized I had stood still and took care of everyone else’s ills. I was sick in my heart, mind, and spirit, but had no one to hear it for they were making plans, and moving on, and seeing a future I helped to shed light on. In my darkness, wi...