Delusions of Grandeur

I pressed my hand deep into my stomach. 

I made sure I got to the core. 

I found it, held it, and pulled.

Threading thinly through,

I sow my heart in You.

I must first spin the contents new.

Do I transform it, or simply admit that it's there?

Is that where change begins?

I face my fears, my hopes, my dreams; I admit to all my sins.

How humiliating it is, to make a mistake!

How important is my suffering.

How do I face my plight if all I have is wondering?

Shall I hide, cry, die?

Because I dare to hope?

I keep walking forward, keep persevering and it leaves me with a desire to tope.

The message sent says "Have a seat."

The message inside says get up and reach!

The result is somewhat chaotic.

These are my delusions,

They're special to me.

I think that I will keep them.