Denis The Determined!

When I consider what I was and what I am right now, I know that I am me because I muddled through somehow. I couldn't walk when I began, I couldn't talk or think, Yet here I stand, tall as a man, my veins now full of ink! For I can write by day and night, the hours matter not, A single thought and I must write, before I lose the plot. Computer on, wordpad on screen, God's heart in tune with mine, Reflecting on the truths once seen, then typed out on each line... Behold, a poem must be born, a labour borne of love, To comfort like the coming dawn, with fresh skies up above... Though sabotage meets me as well, I strive beyond the pain, I cling to Heaven not to Hell, so I may write again... And when I've done all I can do, I highlight, copy, paste... My poem then gets shared with you, so it may be embraced... Determined Denis strikes again! Folks find my poetry! I've got no clue what happens then... That's still a mystery! Denis Martindale May 2017.