“Striking the Screen”
Thoughts hit my skull like a hammering rain,
Round and around, same doubt, same pain.
If this was false I’d sleep just fine,
But truth don’t rest where the ego signs.
The mind demands proof, a reason, a feel,
It wants a receipt, something stamped as real.
But the screen stands firm, I swallow the blow,
Faith clenched tight where the answers won’t show.
No sweetness here, no glow, no spark,
Just grit in my teeth and a walk in the dark.
I don’t feel the King, don’t taste His weight,
Yet I stay on the road and don’t renegotiate.
Every strike says “quit,” every whisper says “bend,”
But the screen says “hold” and I won’t rescind.
Above reason I crown Him, silent and still,
And that hidden choice fills the upper will.
No more, no less — exact is the law,
What I raise above mind returns as awe.
First in concealment I pay the price,
Then truth descends, measured, precise.
So beat me with thoughts, let the whole world shout,
This screen stays standing — that’s what joy’s about.
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as a poet my aim is to raise an emotion
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