Close To My Vision
Am I even close or am I toast
Should I quit or stick with it
I feel attack, but I don’t have no time to slack
No worries, God has my back
The closer I get, the more I encounter the devil's tricks
My faith can get a little weak, but I got a vision, I see it as a sneak peek
I’m on a mission to achieve this vision
Work Without Doubt
My work can’t stand alone
With Him I am very strong
Can’t do this on my own
The thoughts that hold me back is all wrong
The doubt is finally gone
✨I hope these poems encourage you to keep going for your dreams. Don’t quit because of doubt, and hardship. You are so close to achieving your goals.✨
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Emily Binkley
Hey ! I love lifting, inspiring and encouraging people through my writing! I also love writing poetry! So please read to get inspired! Recently I became very open with my writing. Letting readers in my most deepest thoughts.
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This was so powerful and uplifting! I loved it!
Always keep going✨❤️💯😉👣👍