Is there anyone who understands
My language of love?
In the way I seek goodness in everything,
How I love others even when it's tough,
When I comfort those in hardship?
Is there anyone who recognises
My language of peace?
In the way I seek sympathy in everything,
How I bring tranquility when it's possible,
When I make amends in hardship?
Will I be able to convey my thoughts and feelings, whilst experiencing no judgement from those I love?
What becomes of me when my whole world seems to be falling into pieces;
Not elegant like a petal falling from a daisy,
Rather a rain storm called upon by the Heavens.
What becomes of me when this rushes into my life,
prominent, stagnant and enduring?
I am alone.
So alone.
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Abundance of Life | Poetry
PoesíaThe depths of the oceans can no longer hold me back. Through the valleys I have already travelled with profound joy in my heart and a skip in my step. I am present in the now and living out His will for me. Through creativity, I believe we will fin...
