It was all worth it,
the tears down my face.
It was all worth it,
the tension in my brain.
It was all worth it,
the Love I felt inside,
sometimes lost and shadowed,
but always on the Path.
It was all worth it,
the scrambling fear and crooked lies.
It was all worth it,
for I do feel The Divine.
Made mistakes along the way, not to proud to not take the blame, ’cause I know what is Right.
And the Messenger came through.
The Mystical Poet 