I am a piece of drift wood floating down the rapids
rushing toward the falls
I wait for the crash at the end
to see myself splintered
never again to be whole
dashed against the rocks that are in the way
scarred along the way
lost in illusions
misty fogs that clogs
the way of sight
clouded judgements and bad decisions
I am the disaster
that waiting to happen.
Above all else know that you are loved by the Father in heaven and He is with you and will guide and direct all your paths.
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Blessings and Hugs
Quill, thank you for your words and your prayers. They are much appreciated and much welcome;)
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