Spiritual Hurricane

A.M. Morgan
I'm on the edge
It feels like I have no reason to believe

My faith is being tested
As I fall down to my knees

If I surrender to the ills of the world
I pray the truth is not something I can no longer conceive

I can hear the wind moving
But I can't feel the breeze

Chills run down my spine
While I try to remain at ease

I tremble to the onset of defeat
I intend not to worry so sometimes I am meek

When I am troubled I often feel weak

The road that I travel is long, narrow and steep
Because of this weight I carry I often choose not to speak

If I am misunderstood
I know that God will provide the antidote that cures me

I just hope that through the roll of thunder of my cry he hears me

Published by A.M. Morgan

A.M. Morgan is a New Orleans native who enjoys creative writing and the performing arts.  View profile

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  • D.A. Ashton8/7/2008

    This must be about me...great work...

  • Harry Gunawan12/24/2007

    You described very well regarding our most critical moment in life. :)

  • Hannah10/5/2007

    My gosh, you just explained what I have been feeling for too long...

  • Elena H.9/15/2007

    Very good writing. If this poem is autobiographable, I pray that now on Sept.15-almost one month from when this was posted, you have now found "reason to believe". I especially like the line, "I know that God will provide the antidote that cures me". I know this to be true in every situation. Blessings.

  • Gyani9/14/2007

    Nice poem. I can relate to it.

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