Psalms In The Heart

If Not Me, Then Who In the beginning of the work I wake before the light, Hands already clenched in habit, Bracing for another fight. If I am not for me, then who? No voice replaces mine, No one carries my resistance, No one crosses this line. The day collects its payment first, Bills, bodies, time, and pride, I promise I’ll be better today— By noon, that promise died. I speak of faith with a bitter tongue, Say “trust” but check the lock, I pray for light while guarding Every corner of my stock. I want the end without the road, The crown without the fall, I want to love without surrender, To give without losing at all. The ego does not go quietly, It fights like it’s the truth, It calls surrender weakness And humility abuse. It counts my hours, tracks my gain, Keeps score of every slight, It says, “Protect yourself first,” Then calls that wisdom, not fear, not fright. This stage is dry and unforgiving, No poetry, no glow, Just teeth clenched through responsibility With nowhere else to ...

  The System (Transformed) The system is beautiful—until it breaks your spine, Perfect in design, cruel in its timing divine. It hands you victories just to watch them decay, Then asks who you’ll be when the comfort’s stripped away. We learn what to expect, or so we pretend, Until the lesson demands what we refuse to bend. Together we promise we won’t look away, Yet neglect creeps in softly, day after day. Highs lift us up till we swear we can fly, Lows come at night with no reason why. The sages warned us—this road cuts deep, Not a path for the strong, but for those who can weep. Through writings we read and experiences we feel, We swear we see truth, we swear it’s real. Then life peels the mask, slow and precise, And shows us our faith was a bargain, not price. Climbing over the ego—don’t dress it as pain, It’s choking on pride while screaming for gain. Every step upward costs something you love, Every demand comes stamped from above. Faith above reason sounds holy and clea...