From birth I was told
To deny my self
No pleasure was worth
An eternity of Hell
All around I saw
Sacrifice and tears
The reward to come later
Be a sheep or a lamb
I tried to follow
Put my glitter aside
Call out to a God
His will be done
They pray for disease
To test their faith
I prayed for courage
To discover the truth
One day I woke up
And looked around
No one was smiling
No one was alive
I cannot wait
For a second coming
When the first coming
Has never occurred
I had a revelation
My life is my choice
I can cower in fear
Or just paint my nails
I give thanks all the time
Not just at meals
Sunday mornings are peaceful
As I sleep in my bed
I profess to be useful
Out in the world
I am the creator
Of my own destiny
Let me tell you the story
I will write every word
I’m not longing for comfort
I don’t wander the desert
My days are not weary
I reap what I sow
So I plant sparkly dreams
And onward rejoicing I go
Sincerely,
LeNora Faye
Bitchy Bookkeeper
Almost an Author
Former Fantastic Violinist
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