Come To Me
A Poem For The Prideful
Come to me,
In my sleep
I do not weep,
But I am free
Come to me,
Where you can be
Safe and secure
You do not have to hide
You do not have to worry about your pride
You will not get lost in the tide
You will be here
Where it is written in the sand
All you need to do
Is take my hand
Let me lead you
Where you belong
Where you are happy
Where we can be one
Where you are free to be
Who you always wanted to be,
In love forever, and always for eternity
About the Creator
Amanda J Mollett
First, and foremost I am a mom…always . I am a proud mom of a graduate & artist. I am a author/writer and a journalist. I have multiple certificates in journalism and various writing certificates such as novel writing and creative writing.
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