My eyes hath seen a world anomaly
Of a love well deserved living inside me
My mind must be of magical sensory
With extraordinary nerves sending miracles
To ordinary beings in words carrying spirits
My bosom wishing for a clavicle of a ballerina
But, with profound confidence in between my chest
Wisdom of a life grinded by the mortars of fate
Found in anguish, sadness, but also triumphs
How grateful it was to have lived this life
With time as my best friend I walked this journey
Unafraid, bearing steadfast hope for an upside of love
Not wishful but trusting in His plan in all of its forms
Whether with or without, I walked and prayed
Petitioning for a destiny I desire met by His plans
It was always a working progress.
Just write.