Hope is never far from where you left it- it's always willing to be picked up again and continue on the journey. Like a rare pearl, hope is for any girl that is so busy traveling through life and feeling underappreciated. Pearls just aren't for princesses; they're for gypsies, too.
10 March 2011
Salt Water
As the ocean waves touch the shore
And the mist kisses my face
I'm brought back to a time
Where grace was mine
When life itself was so pure
So true
I lifted hands to heaven
And was not afraid to praise
To question-
God, why is life so hard?
Why do you distance yourself?
Now, the clouds seem to be
Taking over my soul as they gloom over the blue sky
And I am left on my knees
On the gritty sand
With my face in my hands crying once again-
God, take me back!
Take me to the place where loneliness does not stare at me!
It's eyes are haunting as I sit alone in nature
Where I'm supposed to be free
But waves and rocks have become walls
And I'm dying as I plea-
God, take me into your arms!
The waves crash louder now
And the sky splits
Open
Down pouring rain soaks my head
And falls onto my scars of resistance
Where I have been torn
By self hatred and false loves
I am not alone
Although I feel I have been abandoned
I stand and run
Breathing heavily
Crying just as hard
I run
To shelter
For shelter has always been there
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