I have fought the evil loss and
The hopeless hope in an arena
of thought and anger.
My emotions unraveled, as I new
They would, to declare myself unfit.
Only I can see my victories of peace.
A soldier heals his wounds in
The hospital; a boy cries to his
Mother; I have done both.
I have not hear the voices;
I have not lost control;
I have no regrets.
The journey I have taken would
be the same if again undertaken.
Invisible to the world – for I love
with potency – I amuse only God.
If invisible to Wisdom, my seal is
Rejected by God. By virtue and Wisdom
am I authored?