No words came
out from my mouth
I don't know what
this was all about.
There was a voice
I could hear
Telling me to
run away
and disappear.
I stepped on
the stair,
but victory
is in the air.
Tell me what
this is all
about,
will I remain
like a flower
that doesn't
sprout?
Sep.8.22
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Poetries for the King
PoetryI would always love to go back to that time. The time when I was absolutely nobody, but Christ set me free. -Yssa
