Waking hours & I pray for rest,
So much easier than breath after breath,
A scattered format of thoughts to offer,
Not knowing if I could trust her,
This doubt can only do its worst,
A blessing recognizes the end of a curse,
Expand throughout this guarded light,
Guiding, protecting, & taking flight,
Divinity within represents a tree & a book,
Recovering the quick glances of a look,
I tremble in this struggle to hold on,
To have faith there was a reason I was born,
Apologetic for me even being alive,
Acknowledge the inevitability that I will die.
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Daniel Feindt currently lives in Bucks County PA, where he has written many poems and self-published various books... Currently Daniel also enjoys painting artwork with acrylics and works with web-design to share his work online... In 1999, Daniel was diagnosed with a mental illness, which has inspired him to learn how the mind works, as well as what it means to be human in this world... With the range of thoughts and emotions involved, he has aspired to present them in the best way possible for the reader...
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