Alone and confused
Feeling I was used
Hardened heart
Mad with rage
It doesn’t matter what age
This is more than a passage
What I might say, no one would believe
Yet giving my accord, I am relieved
It happened one morning while I was sitting on a chair
The sky was clear and fair
I was reading a novel
It was full of drama and uncertainty
The Title was, “Illusion of Expectancy”
As I was reading, I felt the novel from within
Suddenly, I felt a hand touch my right shoulder
I later focused on assurance
I wondered then if I was under some drug substance
But it wasn’t that influence
Immediately, a calmness and peace became my still
Touched by a soft hand, I knew it was a Heavenly Will