Poverty

I envy poverty,
Not for the lives it claims,
But for the hearts it saves.
For the strength it portrays
I am desperate to see
A passion that will control me
Strip from me, everything
Everything that makes me numb.
I want to feel pain,
I want a grass stain,
To know I am alive.
I’m sick of waking up in a bed of shame.
Break my identity, break my name.
Leave me feeling empty, without you.
I envy poverty,
Because it demands faith,
A faith that can weather rain
Uncertainty is a plague
Fueled by supply and demand.
It’s crippling me,
I cannot even stand
I’m sinking into apathy,
Save me.
Please save me.
Make me strong,
Like a faith enduring poverty.
I want to feel alive,
I want to love the life in front of me.
But I am helpless unless you save me.
Please save me.
I’m high on dependency,
This life is too much for me.
Save me graciously.
Be my faith to weather the rain.
Be my identity, the only name,
By which I can be saved.



This is my pride and joy of writing. I absolutely love this poem that i wrote almost 2 years ago next month. The words still stand so true today and I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I do! =)