Blank pages,
Strange faces
An endless maze
I’m running through
Which way?
Fade away
or fight-
through and through?
Work all day,
No time to play,
My heart screams out
“Whatcha tryin’ to prove?”
Tired of beating
And no longer feeling
The earth on which I move.
I lay down to rest
A heaviness on my chest,
Staring at the sky up above.
A sprinkle of rain?
But it’s sweet like sugar cane,
Candied air on the tip of my tongue.
The apple cinnamon sun
Warms my every limb.
Each beam penetrates under my skin.
A light breeze
caresses my palms,
Tender kisses like a soothing balm.
Eyes closed, I giggle, and wiggle my toes
Because nobody knows
How Your magic moves me.
Now in darkness and doubt I see,
For You illuminate a path for me.
To wondrous worlds I didn’t know I wanted to go.
It’s mysterious what the future holds.
But words- they spill and fill the holes.
From times of faith, fear, guts and glory
Forever Your light, and my story.
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