Where are you GOD?

How far I have come, I think to myself. Wow, where was I yesterday? To imagine I could have been gone, far away, somewhere not able. Tears well up, I hold them back, unable to truly comprehend the miracle I stand upon. My heart an open book, raw and unedited, lived in a dream.

This, whatever this encompasses, is truly who I am becoming. Am I truly nothing? Yes, yet no. We all are something, to someone, even if only to ourselves. We each should be our own best friend, honest and loyal. Be well. J

Poetry

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