I Am

Wed, 08/12/2015 - 20:12 -- AngelaU

Growing up silent not knowing when to speak.

Wondering when the pieces will fall into alignment. 

Thinking of ways to express my love,

My love that comes from a harden heart.

As my heart softens and emotions show.

I hear an unfamiliar voice in my ear,

Telling me that I am something!

Still being silent but not really understanding.

Going back and forth whether it's from God,

Or it just a thought.

Realizing that this isn't just any thought,

I'm hearing His voice tell me that...

Throughout my shyness and quietness.

I am a Survivor

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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