Broken crayons still color By: E. D. Oghre

I still remember how I started,
It was beautiful,
Sometimes i look back and which for that innocence,
But alas its too late,
I remember what mama said to me,
She said;
Son, you have a goal and a future
Don't lose sight of it,
But oh i can't find it anywhere in my scope,
You see i was deceived by what I saw,
It was the first time I was out of the house.

The sounds, the sights, the people,
Oh the people!
Who knew freedom could be so intoxicating,
At first I kept my goal in sight,
Straying but never going too far,
But now;
Its too late,
I look back and I can't find my destination,
I call out;
Mummy where are you?

Mummy save me,
But I am scared,
I lost my way!
And wondered into a battle i knew nothing about,
Hands covered in blood,
And head bowed in shame,
I cried!!
My legs lost the ability to hold me up,
And i sit in disperse,
Why did i ever listen to them?

I never knew it will lead to this,
I lost my way!!
But then i met Him,
He turned my life around,
Set me on my feet!
And told me my scares are beautiful,
He changed my life,
Who is He you ask?
Well he is Jesus!!!
I will never forget what he said to me as i sat in desperation;
He told me
"BROKEN CRAYONS STILL COLOR"
go and achieve your dreams.

*E. D. Oghre*

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