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