My writing is what helps me
It pushes my out of my bed in the mornings
It drags across the room to get dressed
It makes me walk all the way to the kitchen
It even whispers to me if I forget something
My writing helps me let go
And let out
But my writing will never truly speak to me
At least not in the way God will
My writing knows what I tell it
But God knows even what I still don't discover
My writing says love only if I write it,
God shows love even when I hate it
My writing needs me to pick it up
God picks me up with my writing
If you still don't see the difference
Ask God, I'm sure he will find a way!
she found a way for me!