Feelings need to be written,

For I never let a soul dared to see

For I am searching for my own identification

And discover who is the real me.

Happiness in times past I portrayed

When tears in my eyes dared to peep

Under the hardness demeanor

A child wanting what love illustrated to be.

To search the new horizon

Miles gone past hurriedly

As I stand amazed pretending,

This is not happening to me.

To seek so close to miss it,

To try and try again,

I can not stop arranging,

I know I am covered with God’s hand.

Letting go is a battle,

Waiting is hard to understand

Only with God I will make it,

By His grace I finish His command.
 

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