*** i have not written anything in a long time and i have the need to post. it's not the best i've written, but..well.. i'm posting lol.
This flood is overwhelming
Even though I’m in dry land
But I’m not fighting the outside
I’m fighting the inside
I think I need to let go
But I can’t help but hope
I can’t stop thinking
I remember everything
There’s a 24 hour slideshow
-It either keeps me up or lull’s me to sleep
Yet- I can’t see anything to tell me what to do
I guess-
All I can do now
is
pray for
you
And even that- I’ve stopped--
I’m not as close to Him as I was once
And that worries me too
It was never my intention to drift apart
But I still didn’t do anything to stop it
I’m going back home though
I’ve heard Him calling
And even though you’re gone now
I hope you can hear Him calling
And find your way home
As well
© 2006 Norma Ramirez
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