A Guiding Hand
From sence I was little I felt it there
That hand against my back
Pushing me in the right direction
Giving me strenth
Staying for my comfort
It wasn't real
As much as I had hoped
My imagination
A shadow of what should be
I was left alone
With no one but me
And a shodow of a guiding hand
Sent here to help me
Thank God for letting my imagination run free
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My poem book
PoetryThese are just poems I go around writing when I really have a thought bulging at me.
