The god in you

How easily we break, from the trials and tribulations in this world, how easily we bleed from the hurt, broken hearts, and tantrums from the machinations of our kind.

How often we are lost to the wind, as we journey away from our soul, into the wild wind, we allowed the world to be tossing and turning us, smashing and smitten us, that we can be likened to a kite, with no definite direction, that we became a ship without its rudder, we bent our standards and just like lower animals, eating from trash, that we became that which we condemn, more alien to our soul, we painted beautiful pictures but deep inside we are broken, into a thousand mirrors.

How easily life breaks our resolve, and shatters the plans and dreams that we took so many years to build, how life throws us to the wall, that broken we became, reflecting the pain in bitterness and anger, living in fear and confusion, we trust none and love less, but yet we seek it in return, emasculating the god we truly are.

How easily our actions became the man we despise, the creature who smiles by day but cries by night, how we allowed the pain sip into the debris of our existences, complaining always, treading like a blind man, walking with fear of the unknown future, the uncertainties that hip to the sky, the love and care the heart yearns, but none it found, the hollow we became.

Truly speaking, the moment you find this god buried in the sheaths of that body of yours, the moment you find the king/queen that should be ruling nations, the moment you realize that you are a seed of a God, then you will understand, how you have strayed away from the right path, how you have planted and watered, the seed of your own doom, how you have deprived yourself, the god in you.

The god in you, will resonate by your reactions to things around you, the choices you make, how bold and brazen they were meant to be, how beautiful you are but yet you don’t even know, how mighty you were born to be, songs were meant to be sung in your stead, books written to describe a tincture of who you were, a glorious story is what your life should depict, tales that marvel hearts should be told about you. A king/queen in the making, a god by birth, is who you are.

That in your presence dying flame is rekindled, that by your words there is wisdom that breeds life, by your actions there is a story that will never be forgotten by the world of men, by your step many will follow, for it is in trying times that our powers glow, that a god you were born to be, and just like a god: