Believing Poem by Chris Tiganescu

My mind is deluded by these
thoughts. Who am I? What am
I doing here? What am I?
the desires burn deep in me,
i'm searching for an outlet
for this new found secret.
Be it a gift? or a burden.
A hidden burden, a thought
to be kept to myself, those few
around me, know of the concept
that fills my head with wonders,
but how can they know? how can
i know what my purpose is? tis
not the destination, but the
journey. A journey broadening my
mind, filling my heart, and
placing me in peace. I shall
uncover that what scurries from
my eyes, though not today.


A truth is revealed in the eyes
of a disbeliever...

Yet a believers truth is revealed
inside him.