a poem

Oh me, oh my, the motivation that did fly high,
drew too near to the sun,
and burned too severly for me to have fun.

When pride and arrogance did set in,
my heart started to blacken from within.

No, I did not lift my eyes,
towards heaven,
past the skys.

No one came to show support,
so crashing down,
came my "inpenetrable" fort.

Like the walls of Jericho,
did it fall,
with less effort, darn it all.

Stupidly, I ran,
and in the darkness did trip and fall.

Then a pinhole of light began to show,
as I saw the burden that I had refused to let go.

Pride as black a coal,
from my soul began to roll.

The pinhole began to rip,
and began to tear,
scattering the darkness elsewhere.

So it was that God did speak,
to my soul,
when again I was weak.

Happiness than began,
to flow from love,
that filled my soul.

My little angel, and my girls,
the positive light,
are the things that help me fight.

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Just felt like writing a poem.