The Longer I live the more I realize,
that my life isn't as I deemed it to be.
My teenage years have been filled,
with a sense of false self-control,
and as I see it come to a close,
no longer a child in the eyes of the law,
but a child in the eyes of my father,
it dawns on me that I can't live my life,
like I've got it all figured out,
simply (or not so simply) because,
I've built for myself a world of false perspective,
and when I think I've got it all figured out,
I realize, I really don't.
The pressure begins to build,
The walls begin to crumble and as I question,
whether or not this is "it",
I take a step back, reflect,
close my eyes and listen to a still small voice in the distance of my heart,
telling me that it's all over now,
I can let go of the false, picture perfect certainty.
I don't have to box myself in
for I've got a God that is in control.
I do not have to be lost like this world.
When I'm with Him,
I find myself .
About the Creator
Anna Maitum
My Name's Anna.
I write to make sense of the noise and I sing to make sense of the urge to scream. I'm uniquely made.
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