I write everyday.
I just never speak those words to the world.
I feel a slight hope in my heart tonight.
Which is amazing.
Lately I haven't published anything to the world or announced my heart woes to others
because they are not pretty.
And I feel the conviction of being real. honest. true.
And at the same time I feel the burden of being a light.
I'm seeing things I've hoped for slowing coming together.
But if I was born to learn anything it was to wait.
And wait I am growing confident in doing.
Because I feel I've been waiting my entire life.
So let's be honest:
I've doubted and slipped away.
I've been mad and questioned everything.
I've cried myself to sleep a lot.
I'd given up hope of anything changing.
I lost focus and was extremely sad.
And I forgot what was done for me.
I was reminded that I serve Love.
I serve patience and faithful to promises said long ago.
And there is hope once again.
hope in this heart of mine.
And it is so sweet.