A figure, but feels like home. Exactly what I have been missing, exactly what I have prayed for. I thought all this time I was praying for something familiar, but I wasn't. I thought I should pray for something new, but it isn't that. I recognize myself in this figure but not fully similar. It was a sense of comfort, a sigh of relief. The movement that pulls me awake in the morning out of bed.
The figure stood 6'3, and is not short with responses. He's bold, vibrant, and has caught my attention. I feel his touch linger off my skin after days of being away. A touch I actually long for, but has me fearing that its just another beginning like the last.
I don't understand how I could possibly feel this way again? I'm damaged I thought, but then he called me by my worth. I stand tall for myself but notice he sees me heightened. When everyone else says me falling short of their expectations. I know I am enough through his eyes. He calls me by the name I am creating for myself, and not who I was in the past, what I've gone through, because he knows it doesn't define me.
I can't misinterpret this because I feel its real, and I'm not scared of the outcome, but grateful for the time given.
I will continue to move with a heavy foot leaving an impact, and I know that what I deserve will follow.
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The following trail
SpiritualWalk with me as I work to train myself to cope, heal, and live in tranquility. As seen through my perspective after facing hardship after hardship until I discover my capability to grow with love and respect for the journey.
