I am not gods perfect angel,

When I do things that I do.

This world is my way,

Of seeing things in a different light.

I know this world is full of hate,

Despair, and hopelessness that is sad to see.

What I see is hope,

That few people lack because of how everything turned,

I am not saying I am angel of hope,

I am simply saying this world is more pleasant,

Then what it is made out to be.

 

I don’t take these thoughts,

Based on that books prophecies,

I see it in my eyes,

Of progression and life evaluating.

As I stood up to my fears,

And become the woman I don’t fear,

I am no better them someone else’s heart.

I am just an advocacy of my own.

A wholesome promise land,

A place that seems perfect,

But it isn’t.

A land filled with answers.

 

Thanksgiving is coming around the bend,

By a vehicle that is invincible.

The secretive travel,

Is a way to appreciate what life takes in.

As I look on this festive holiday,

I know I am always watched out for.

Angels are present both in my life now,

Or who were in my life.

I don’t rely on angels strengths,

To find my own.

I can relate to each,

But relative means.

 

Life is not about being a stuffed turkey,

And being stuffed full of hate and negative messages.

We all get stuffed,

Overthrown and stressed by all of these.

Always remember a turkey without that added decoration,

Is still a juicy and plump turkey.

Let’s remember the people,

Who have no money for the turkey.

These people need it more then we do.

A wholesome Promiseland,

We’re never poor.

We are rich in our hearts,

And over the smallest things.

 

A horizon,

The shining of the sun on a pleasant field.

It was man made,

It didn’t just appear by a stork,

Or fall from the sky.

During Thanksgiving,

People work for their food,

By jobs.

Also by making this big dinner,

For many guests.

It might be time consuming,

But in the end it’s worth it.

A wholesome promise land,

A place no one forgets,

Because its filled with love,

Not perfected,

But given by the good graces,

Of someones working hands.