Buzzer-Beater [Poem]

Dear Heavenly Father,

I thank you for this day

I’m thankful that, no matter how it looks

You make a way

I got some things to say,

Stuff on my mind & on my heart

Both in different places

So bare with me as I try & start

This is kinda hard

& trust, I’m not tryna complain,

but I can’t help but feel deserving

of this season full of pain

I know You never change

And read my heart like a book

I’m far from perfect,

but You never let me off the hook

I’m feeling overlooked,

unappreciated, non-friendly

“You get what you give”, right?

So why’s my heart feeling so empty?

I share what’s left up in me,

aim daily to be selfless,

But when I help out others

In the end, I'm feeling helpless.

This is just the preface, God.

can’t put into words

Just tryna describe my state

while taking action like a verb

As I write this God, I hurt

Idk where I’m getting to,

Just reminded I’m important,

& purposeful like vegetables.

Through my spectacles

I see abandonment, pain, and anger

I know You see this too

But feel You won’t even lift a finger

I’m feeling like a stranger

Like nobody understands

But when it comes to helping others

God, I quickly give my hands

Not 'cause I think I’m better than

another man, or set apart

I’m moved by situations God,

and YOU gave me this heart

So tell me... is this apart of

Your bigger plan for me?

(and no, I’m not referring to

being famous on TV)

Not 'cause a part of me

knows that You told us to do so,

while the other part of me is just authentic,

'least I think so

It’s getting kinda cold

way before the winter season

I've been through so much pressure

& I’m just tryna find the reason

I’ll never stop believing

That you’re God & know me deepest,

You understand me wholly

but my purpose is what I’m seeking

even though I’m bleeding heavily

and though it seems the odds against me

have a charging 40-pt lead

after 3 and...

The arena steady clearin',

can’t excuse this kinda defeat, man..

Seats empty from the courtside

All the way to the nosebleeds, fam

Or maybe it’s in my head

And I’d be cap to say I’m led

To see a reason or a comeback,

So like Kaep, I’ll take a knee, man.

The fact is that I know You never lost a fight.

But if I’m honest, feels like I’ve been fighting all my life

So I’m benched,

hoping You'll take over AND take the lead, man.

I trust that when You’re in the game,

it’s never even

Even if we’re down,

Game 6, 2013 Heat fan

You keep the heater,

Win it all at the buzzer-beater.