Today's award goes, not to a person, but to something an important person instilled in me. My mother, a minister, tried her best to make me a respectable, God-loving, decent young man, and I appreciate her for that. Even in those moments when I "drop the ball", horribly, screaming holy fuck the entire time, I am aware that the principles she helped embed in me are still present. And very powerful, indeed.
One of these principles is faith.
Say what you want to about faith, but understand that it is a powerful thing. Even in its most rudimentary forms, it has kept my unwilling spirit moving forward, believing that something better was soon to come. This is a feeling that can't be replaced. You can't barter it out, auction it off, trade it in under the auspices of any religious title you want to give it. This is about survival. And while I am learning that I am far from religious, there is a spirituality in me that clings to faith and its beauty.
During all of my rough periods, faith made me believe I'd pull through. Earlier today, I was blessed with a breakthrough that has been much needed and is gratefully appreciated. Faith helped me never quit thinking that today would come. And now, it has me believing that the best is still soon to come.
Faith, you are dope as fuck!! (Probably not how my mother would put it, but I believe she'd see the good in my message. Lol.)
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
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