The glass Ash tray containing
nothing but ashes and filters.
The ashes of a long battle
but yet the filters with burns in them.
A piece of hope shines throw.
A small lightshowing though the tray
even though there are so many filters
and so many ashes.
Yet that light shines though like it is
the brightest light in the world.
Allowing none of those milstones stop it.
-Candice Kaylor
I was lying in my bed tonight and was smoking and looked down at my ash tray and saw a small light shining right through all thoses ash and filters and i thought how in the world is it doing that? i journal alot and it just made me think of a poem i should write so i did. Im thinking about sharing this one because i like this one better than i do some of my other ones. My house ofne isnt working which is making me mad cause i want to talk to my friend right now but instead im doing this which some of the things i have put on here you would not say where your youth pastor could see but i dont like to hide things anymore. I told myself tonight i am really going to work hard to stop smoking. i will. I have too. its illegal. gross. plus i just dont think its what god wants me to be doing. But in a sense i feel if i do stop i may eat more and gain wieght which is also scary. But god would probably rather have me eat more than smoke. I dont know. When i get bored i eat when i get depressed i eat when im hungray i eat but since i smoke when im bored i smoke when im depressed i eat and smoke when im hungrey i eat. see its tough for me but i think ill manage ill have to i just have to balance somethings out a bit.
