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Feb 2023
Change
Transitioning
Shifting
Metamorphosis
Morphing
Morphing
Mor­ph
Into something..else
To be different..to be better
To be something bigger than myself
It’s at my fingertips
On the tip of my tongue
The top of my priorities
It’s the often unspoken reality of humanity
To have this intense visceral desire
Placed there by God

I’m fully aware of my purpose now
To bring glory to God, to honor him, to love him, wholly and completely
And there’s an intense desire for it
And so many roadblocks
Often built by yours truly

The discouragement is so very real.
The fear is real.
The impossibility of it is real.

So if I cannot bring you glory through my choices in my helpless state
Please do it for me

Because I can’t do it
But I know you can
I never write when I’m happy
I only write when I’m sad
So hello, it’s me again
Good to see you
Ranita
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Ranita  29/F/Florida
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