Lead me, great one
I need your light
Ol’e deceitful one
Has me in a fright
I’m being knocked down
Time and again
I cannot see
A light at the end
You have a plan
This I know
Where you need me
Is where I’ll go
Please send an oversee'r
A warrior with might
Send my guardian
Help me win this fight
I cannot do it
Without you
I need you, my commander
To see me through
We are not to worry
I know you say
It’s all crashing down
Can’t face another day
I’ll never lose trust
It’s you I love
I’ll lean-on you
You guide with your love
My leader, please help me
Things keep going wrong
I feel like I’m drowning
Remind me, I’m not alone
About the Creator
Lyn McClatchey
I am an American writer, born and raised in Illinois. Aside from writing, I enjoy crafting, reading, and spending time with my loving husband and two sons. I have taken creative writing courses and am a therapist for autistic children.
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven3 days ago in Fiction
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