I hear a voice telling me to move on

“Keep going,” it says

I hear a voice telling me he still cares

I hear that same voice telling me that I’m beautiful and the right one will come along

But as much as I try to believe…

Can’t seem to shake it

The head is filled with so much self-doubt

I’m sick of being who I am…

Why must I be the good girl

Why must I be the one who always has to do the chasing

Sick of being the one who never gets the prize

They see me as smart.

I see me as dumb.

They see me as beautiful.

I see ugliness.

They see spark.

I see not a glimmer.

They see me as an authority.

I see me as no threat.

They see gold.

I see iron pyrite.

I am no better than anyone else

I’m intimidated.

I’m fearful.

Someday the Lord will make a way

The Lord shall allow all things to be made possible.

I will be set free.

Free from the bondage

Free from the entrapment

Free from the devil’s snare

I won’t force it any longer

I won’t be a farce

I’m gonna make it one way or another

On my own.

Struggle?

Humph…we all go through it

This is only for a season

A season I can handle

For God allows all His children to go through seasons of desperation in a lifetime

This is my moment…my time

One moment in time

One ancient day, all things come to pass

All good things must come to an end

And this was ours

This was our one moment in time

A season that had to end

I will never be the same person

I will never be the same way ever again

He changed my ways

He changed my outlook on life

Perhaps a lil cynical

But perhaps that it was what made us work

Too bad in his eyes I’m not the way