If the days moved ever onwards,
and the path were not so clear,
Would I once again be lucky enough,
To find My steps leading here.
This moment in time where all that I need,
Appears to be within My reach,
Or would I blink finding it had all disappeared
A dream barely beyond My arms reach.
A girl came to Me, broken and torn,
Not even knowing who she truly was,
Accepting the vile and imperfect words,
that others gave her, from all of her past.
I see the diamond, hidden so deep within,
Her scars, her insecurities and more
I accept her as is, and will bring out the shine,
I hope to make her the whole she was never before.
Dom
1/27/24
My first poem of the new year.. It felt a TOUCH forced, but I think it expresses how I feel appropriately..
Welcome Home.. *wink*