Pick-Up Wisdom
Evil is whatever good isn't.
I hold my share in this world.
My sorries aren't ignorant to the damage,
but my mistakes allow for wisodm.
I can see the signs of bad.
I recognize the change in tone,
and the change in pace
when lies leave your lips.
Bad recognizes the bad.
Though, through the purest love I've learned
my greatest ministry wil come out of
my deepest hurt.
This poem is about:
Me
My family