MY FAITH

I wonder if my actions have cursed me,

A soul, once filled with faith.

Now I write this with emotions,

that many can’t relate.

Someone once told me

Take whatever it is you are doing religiously,

And you will see the outcome,

No matter how hard I try,

It seems like my faith is an illusion of my life,

Very high when dishing out my deliverables,

but squashed with every sight of my income.

In my late 20’s and I really have nothing to show for it but 2 degrees,

As I grow hungrier than the previous day lived.

Maybe self-doubt is why my filled to the bream cup of faith,

Appears to be lacking.

Maybe I actually lack faith,

and give up after every negative outcome.

But, I know I don’t lack faith in myself

I know my strengths, and yes I dabble with my weaknesses

But, religious or not,

Faith has always been the one thing that held together my senses.