The meaning of evidence is clear and vivid,
meaning that there’s something tangible 
and that something happened
even though they say it didn’t.
Sometimes the evidence is hidden 
by people, places and situations.
This leaves me feeling as though 
I have no accreditation. 
This leaves my soul open and feeling 
unbearable pain.
I continue to pursue the truth.
I feel as though evidence not seen
is making the truth appear in vain.
I use my voice to advocate 
for myself and others.
But it seems to me that the more I speak 
about the issue, 
the more my heart feels trouble.
And when unseen evidence indicates bias,
I believe others are thinking I’m lying. 
Sometimes I’m not sure what to do 
or whom to trust due to lack of evidence,
leaving me feeling doomed 
and without existence.
Even though I stood up to fight for this land,
who’s standing up for me 
when the evidence is not at hand?
To find closure even though 
the evidence is not seen,
I must turn my trust to God and believe
the truth won’t be covered up 
like dead, wilted leaves.
Somewhere along this path, 
I know the love of God
will eventually unfold the truth 
and allow me to beat all the odds.