Thoughts that Speak. .

I don’t remember when I started to
write.. but I do remember how it felt..
and I tried to deal with all the judgments
that came from a result of putting down
feelings that I seemed to be drowning
in.. and then those feeling going on and
on.. wondering did I realize I was
trapped in the same voice of pain, when
all I was trying to do deep inside was
regain a strength that I knew I
possessed. Wondering how many people
would tell me don’t you think it’s time
to move on get over it, change my same
old song? ..
And I also remember the day I just
couldn’t care.. I needed an outlet that
fed me, even though I realized in third
person it was really the Lord speaking to
me..
I still had to manage all the good and all
of the bad and everything that was
remotely going right or didn’t end up so
good in my life.. but I knew I was
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destined to create a voice.. I really
didn’t recognize it as a gift. I was still
anguished asking that I be shown my
purpose.
It started off a small whisper inside..
that decided it needed an outlet..
something tangible that would not hold
on to the lies and the trials and the
heartaches.. and the regret..
But I was suppose to remember how I
was given.. a chance to start my healing
so my dedication..
would simply include.. The numerous
emotions that found their way inside my
soul and my heart and then I realized
they were meant to come out.. and just
maybe I can touch another soul.. so
profoundly that their voice could carry
and become.. like an echo.. carried on
the silent wings of a breeze so strong..
the echo.. would go on and on.. A
voice that could be heard.. clear across
the vastness of the universe.. above the
ocean shores, thru the valleys and
across the highest mountains peaks..
And with clarity and purpose.. I realized
I Just Needed 2 Speak. .
Thank you for listening.