Somewhere Between Safety and Confusion

I already wish that I did Never waste a moment in Fear.

In selfish pursuit. Trying to build an Image.

Chasing after emptiness.

Trying to catch the wind; Leaving the richness of the shelter of Love-

that embrace of the bonds that could Never be broken

for the freedom that bears confusion; so often it wears, but Never is spoken

yet suffers quietly with much Smiling and the cover of laughter

so as not to be found.

deranged are the eyes that dare to question and quickly look down.

so as not to be found.

Am I somewhere between God’s safe shelter and the questions that whisper so loud?

That small moments of thanksgiving and Truth make the madness stand out…


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