I enter, and turn. My back to the empty room my feet cold on the floor. Craving to share all my insights and days wonders, my mind wanders-away to that negative place where they lay and show me they don’t care. All I say goes in and out and all they do is shout at my short comings. Tears never running short, I close and lock the door. Turning off the lights crying alone in silence. Shh, to a whisper, no whimpers, they will hear and come near to judge and curse me with all that makes me fear.
I have a dream. But in this dream I never see them in the crowds in which the words of God flow diligently from my mouth. The place where I stand high and strong like the first time I saw a goddess sent to make born in my heart a decision that I will not look back, nor will I stay behind in line or the back of the bus where no one knows my name. Even if they are not there, even if they don’t care, I am here and know there will be more who will adore what I have to share.
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