I left. I just ... left.
Someone might say I didn't think of you. But I did. I thought of you, and I didn't want to hurt you. But we weren't married. We hadn't made a covenant to remain together no matter what. But still ... we were friends, weren't we? And I just left. Maybe it hurt you. But, to me, a friend is someone who can let others leave if they need to. That's true family.
And I needed to leave.
I left, because I needed to find life.
My whole life (existence), I've been in pain. Excruciating pain. Those who saw me laugh and smile and play ... those who, for that reason, can't fathom that I could act that way and yet still be in hell ... they don't know what it's like. But those of you who are like me, who are in excruciating pain, and no one knows ...? You get it. You understand. I was dying, and that's no exaggeration.
I had to leave.
I had to find life.
And lo and behold, it's coming about. Life has his hold on me. He has been breathing into me, leading me, guiding me
Wordsmith, my ponysona, who writes stuff. :3
I hope God brings fruit from it. For if it isn't in God's will to create this blog, then it's worthless. All for him; none for me. That's sort of the slogan behind the blog, I suppose.
Then begin the presentation!
Yesterday's poem, which is also a riddle:
[answer to the riddle]
by Kellen Smith
This body is my being
And yet my prison too.
Except by my destruction.
By fine tuning my instruction.
Your existence is defined by me
Yet my own was created by thee.
Like a strict teacher I command you to obey
And the striking of my hands can feel as a slap to the face.
Slow and steady in the race
Like the tortoise
I'll always win.
Though as the hare you never slow
Always dashing to and fro;
To a meeting,
To a date,
You're always rushing,
You look to me for many things,
Hey, I realized you had written your dA name on that Gerf the Griff sketch you made for me, so I finally got off my lazy plot and found you! It was great running into you at BronyCon! What a fantastic time that was.