I cry.
Often I feel alone.
My emptiness, I’ve rarely shown.
Hours my eyes have stared out windows.
Troubled with painful thoughts of the unknown.
I'm like a candle that ignites quickly.
The light wind blows me out silently.
Your Law is wisdom I glean.
Putting to death the parts of me not free.
I am learning to see.
The pain I'm suffering is a gift you've hidden in me.
I keep discovering this down on my knees,
while thanking you for making this, me.
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