Purify My Unclean Soul Poem by Anthony Daniels

I stare down at the muddy ground where the raindrops fall around me. I close my eyes attempting not to cry I pray and hope you cannot find me. A shame it is to think of you while I roll over in the mud. How embarrassing it was to walk in on you with my family-my brother-my blood. I never knew who I would become if this day drew near it was a day I feared but now it has come to pass and in this rainy mud pile I ponder the past years.
I swallow my pride and yell to the skies you will not be the victor to get the satisfaction of hurting me beyond repair I will never let you win. I dip my hands in the muddy rain to purify my unclean soul. The future is mine for the taking and you will reap what you sow.