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the sun escapes the clouds and comes through the tall buildings casting down its glory leaving a black mark of who i am on the pebble ground. i stop in awe and look at myself. who am i? what am i doing? when will this all make sense? where am i going? why am i doing this? how will i make it happen?
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i wish i had the answers, but i can only go forward in hope that each day i will get closer to the person that i want to be, the person i will be, and the person that i am.
i wish grace upon the searching souls.
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