Gettin Free

If words I create live 4 ever, would anyone notice?
Are would they die on pages unread.
Maybe it’s me being 2 deep in my head once again.
I got people who I call friends, but do they really know the true essence of me, when I’m alone deep in thought.
Sunny days are cool, but I prefer the dark.
Full moon beauty sparks my aura.
I guess I move different, but that’s okay.
Originality is my way of being.
As I try 2 close the door on my pain, it walks in saying hello again.
Trying 2 escape it’s cruel touch, I stay 2 myself most times alone.
But inside I’m free.
In love with being me.
So free God talks 2 me, showing little signs everyday he’s with me.
Seeing beauty everywhere is what God shows on the daily.
He told me 2 embrace my inner light.
But…does light last 4 ever, are grow dim when hearts not touched by Elohim in all it’s glory.
My vision is driven through words that brings me life.
4 this I’m alive.
RonnieL