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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Has Always Been You - Pt2</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Part 2<br>The days did pass by and as I was growing up with age<br>You would sometimes come and offer advice like a sage <br>especially when found out doing naughty things some days<br>by my elders, at the time, being not agreeable to their ways.<br>They would, by inflicting pain, try and get the message across to me<br>that what I'd been doing was particularly not very pleasing to see.<br>Those were the times when I would hide and cry my heart out, <br>wailing with remorse and anguish I would doubt You were about.<br>Blaming You for my misfortunes I would try and close the door<br>not accepting Your existence and then declaring a private war.<br>When all would become quiet and my mind's rage did subside<br>You would try and reason with me to put all my weapons aside.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Often were the times when I would listen rapt with awe, <br>to words of wisdom coming from deep in my heart's core.<br>Little did I know, at the time, that they would prove to be true, <br>as only to realise, much later in life, that they came from You.<br>Yet then, many a time, I had the temerity to pass You by<br>and meeting with troubles and difficulties wondered why.<br>The hardships I encountered seemed only to confirm in my mind<br>that You were a figment of my imagination better left far behind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My alienation from You increased to such an extent, <br>as I grew up, becoming a storehouse of ill-content.<br>Associating with those very much in the same boat, <br>I began to drift and sink in life's tide rather than float.<br>Such was my plight, I realised, turning my back on You<br>ignorantly, yet willingly, tangling with a desparate crew.<br>That worldly ocean contains very many surprises in store, <br>for the unwary traveller, going away from the home shore.<br>By living an unnatural existence in a stormed-tossed sea<br>it's everyone for themselves disregarding their humanity.<br>But there were the moments when You would shine through<br>via members of my family and others advice on behalf of You.<br>Little did I heed though, what they would concernedly tell, <br>as I plunged headlong into a self-created, God forsaken hell.<br>-----------------</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=George+Krokos">George Krokos</a></strong></div>