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The truth of it.. God aka Papa aka the Father.. deserves Worship and praise.

The process of healing and growing into who you need to be.

A poem of not having much materialistically struggling to survive but yet being rich in the ways that matter.

Bitter tears fall.... The way one too many one night stands feels trying to find the one for you and to ease your pain.

Waiting day by day needing the one for me

Wishing wanting my love.. needing him with me..

How it feels to become a prodigal and to find your way home.

Just the fierceness of a storm.. and the call that those that worship nature makes to the storm.

Beauty that is within each of our hearts.

Just another thoughtful poem on spring