All the extreme pain.
Was driving me insane.
Severely messing with my brain.
My heart already drained.
Was about to lose my mind.
Heart becoming unkind.
Going forever blind.
I knew at age eight.
I couldn’t keep my mind straight.
Was literally going crazy.
Everything was getting hazy.
All it would take to go over the wall.
Was one more time to trip and fall.
I knew I would lose control.
Of my bruised and deflated soul.
Knowing for sure I would never be whole.
My heart had already given in.
Lost knowing I could never win.
Then it happened the very next day.
Then some inside had this to say.
Make your own language today.
So I rearranged the alphabet.
Then my heart and soul was set.
When the pain got too tough.
And I knew I had had enough.
I started talking in my own words.
Went back for seconds and thirds.
It truly kept me from going insane.
Because of what the pain.
Was always doing to my brain.
So this begins the story.
Of how my life was spared.
My on language because of the burden I had to bare.
So I walk with Jesus every day.
I believe to this day.
It was him that showed me the way.
Praise You Father in Jesus Name Amen Amen and Amen.
Rodney Timms Founder of ATTACA.org