A Life Lived For No Longer MyselfA Story by RyanMy life
At age 14 I ventured into a new era of life. My pen took on a new role of creating beautiful art work, rather than performing daily busy work. I began writing poetry with my mind no longer in the gutter, but my work about the same gutters that run beneath me. At age 15 my influence became no longer mine. All who I spoke to I started to see change. No longer would my words drop off my tongue, but would float off and pierce the hearts of many. A simple phrase meant so much more, and the wind was no longer the only thing that blew. Leadership became my passion. Following was no longer something I did on earth, but still following my leader so I can pour out leadership here. At age 16 short earned freedom came like a bull. The plastic passport to the other side. My lisence gave me full reign over where my heart and mind would travel. Seeing less than everything was no longer my parameters. The search for self stormed yet delivered. What’s next for this life, where will He take me? I don't know, but all I do is that it will be great. At age 17 life hit me in the face. Thoughts of reality became clear. I entered a state of mind where I show my true self. Not masking this consummate life i've been given. Living for something greater than myself. Determining to never give up. Climbing up to the final destination. Waiting for what’s next, ready to overcome anything thrown at me. Days will come and others will go, though still will I abide in Him.
© 2013 RyanAuthor's Note
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