by Jessica H
Somewhere in the back of my spirit,
I sense a light at the end of my struggle.
I walk towards it hesitantly, unsure of where it leads.
Yet desiring a new place, I move on.
Two steps forward and three back.
I cringe before my feet land.
Afraid of where I'll find myself.
I struggle with understanding you ~GOD~
Yet having no choice, I will move or die.
Live, die, or suffer trying.
I have experienced them all.
I don't know which one appeals to me more, I haven't decided.
They all feel the same.
Perhaps knowing that you will never leave me nor forsake me is enough for now.
Enough to keep me reaching towards you.
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