I Come To Believe It Poem by Drew Engman

I Come To Believe It

Just my imagination, I'm hoping
A phantom of memory in a minute of sadness
A vision of grief in a moment of madness
A symptom of how I am coping.

In my head I am talking to all my lost loved ones,
As if they still exist In some Heavenly dimension.
I share love, and apologize for any lost moments
Between us because of me

And pray Peace and Harmony
Imagining forgiveness
And love and True Healing
As it becomes so much more than a feeling
And I come to believe it.