Abortion From Abused | Effi David

What a well designed structure,
Specifically for a purpose to assure,
Embedded with full privileges
Without a positive limit edges;
Uglily break down in reproach
Like a player without being coached.

What an endowment with a speciality;
This is our true undisputed identity,
Where we easily get some applause,
Desperate dependants wait to also have a use.
Still that same fire I feel so calm like a still water;
What a taboo in the eyes of a refiner.

Due to nonchalant steps to greater level;
I'd carefully put all the blame on devil,
Beating myself up countless time to aim higher;
Or childishness feelings in my making process;
Places this storming block on my progress.

Always terrified knowing how powerful I am to claim,
Failure in awakening abolished completely that aim,
Living in the abundance of grace;
However, still have the grace disgraced.
Others believe I can do more than this,
How can this be when I don't have my peace?

Who would have thought our secretes labour
Could become our opened odour?
I can feel my death even before the nigh,
No more strength aiming to that very height,
I can now experience a product so admired
At it's estimated period being expired.

Poet's note: The Poem "Abortion from Abused" is all about simple but brutal mistakes that we all intentionally or unintentionally fall a victim of, and greatly regret that later. Knowing that before every abortion there is abuse, and every talent or gift has an expiring date whether being manifesting them or not; a time will come they will no longer be valued; simply because you first abused them (Not seeing any future from them) and now is aborted (that which can't be recovered anymore). Try as much as possible to realize yourself and be useful now.