Like I'll be in my sickbed, as I feel the pressure
There's more to come that I need to endure
to make me reel towards life; a venture
It's more worthy than to feel pampered and secured.
You never know what holds the future
As here you sojourn, a kind of adventure
Getting wounded, having pain is true
Waiting at the end of the road, He's there to cure.
Nevere tricked of upcoming vicissitudes
You, yourself will make the journey move.
Blessings from God above, hearts filled with gratitude
After all, from the highest peak
there you proudly stood.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PuisiIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...
