It's Not Over

Here I am,

Sitting, standing, wondering how I got here. 

All alone I am.

The crashing of the waves and the sand between my toes.

This is how it goes.

I have one thing, and one thing only.

I have my love for God.

There is not one tangible thing or person that can be close to me.

God is always with me, right next to me.

So here I am,

Sitting, standing, wondering how I got here.

But alone I am not.

The crashing of the waves and the sand between my toes.

This is how God made it.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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