*reserved - to keep for oneself...
Seeing is
believing and
I’m still
breathing,
waiting for
the
moment to soak in
your
presence that verbally lingers,
yet has
never physically exposed itself.
My
hopeful prayers for change
have left me kneeling
beside bed sheets
that
scream your name,
yet only
seem to reach
the dusty corners of my ceiling and
get
caught in webs
of despair and
self doubt.
Nothing
follows those prayers, so
I sulk
in confusion, but
continue to search for answers
in the
pages that unravel stories about you.
As my
beliefs gradually fade into a past of phases that I once truly lived by,
A part of
my heart still hopes that one day…
GOD will
prove my mind wrong.
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