The Imperfect Man

I am just an imperfect man. Born in an imperfect world.

A part of me is strong and the other part is flesh.

As a youth, I was misguided by misled people.

The truth they have never known, is no stranger to deception.

Deceived to believe in the lies of reality.

Terrible way of thinking says the closed eyed fool wondering around with no direction.

How can I paint a picture to someone blind to the truth of injustice?

Ha. They won’t understand.

Were we not taught to follow a pattern of society?

Or were we taught to make mistakes and learn the meaning of being human?

Young and Misguided was the story of my youth.

The Imperfect Man is the image of the proof.

By: Fredrick D. Thompson

Glimmer of Hope

Don’t confuse a season for a lifetime. Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise.

I’ve learned from life that sometimes; the darkest times can bring us to the brightest places. That our most painful struggles can grant us the most necessary growth.  No matter how terrible things seem, we can’t give up, because whatever we’re battling in the moment, it will pass, and we will make it through.  Life goes on. There is always hope.

Hope sees the finish line. Hope is the vision.

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Writer: Fredrick Thompson

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