THE DEEPER MY WOUNDS THE STRONGER MY RESOLVE
By Jimmy Walker
Often one may feel the past experiences that left scars and wounds to the soul
Once my Grandmother told me of her tough hands, bruised knees from picking cotton
And the pain of working from sun rise to sunset, the deeper her wounds, the stronger her resolve
to overcome a harsh life in segregated South
She decided to think less of daily tolling but, giving praise God
The deeper my wounds, the stronger my resolve
To be closer to God
For years without realizing the fall
which caused me to not want to run this race because of the color of my face
I felt I had no place nor reason to run a race toward a better place
Alone in the frigid weather abased in disgrace for emotion’s warring within
The deeper my wounds, the stronger my resolve
It took years to realize I had wasted previous moments
Just to now, with faith to resolve the greater being from deep within
The deeper my wounds, the stronger my resolve
In hindsight all it took was for self-introspection and positive reflection
To dispel the deeper wounds and weaker thoughts of complexion.
To conquer the inferior deep wounds to evolve to a stronger human being.