Chosen What makes it so difficult for me to be chosen? To be loved. I give my all, I love wholeheartedly, yet somehow, I am always a maybe the one to be hidden like a thief, a secret lurking in the shadows, never quite worthy of the light. My heart cries for a love that perhaps doesn’t exist. From childhood, I was invisible the one everyone saw as strong, the one who could handle everything, the one who never seemed to need saving. But being strong all the time is exhausting.

Is darkness there To provoke all fear Drive away are dreams at night And what would happen If no stars appeared Just a bleakness in the night Would we forget to dream With no stars to see Would the moon just disappear And there is no light at all Darkness becomes jet black Do dreams we have collide and break No love no more,Blackness a thriving hate And in darkness and time,Will all fear take over our minds Just insanity in true darkness we find

The father keeps order in line The keeper of all time He watches upon a clock Hours,Minutes,The seconds,Go ticktock His heart beats for the good Full of sincerity and love He watches day by day the father watches the children play He has time to listen and say Hoping to take all trouble away He tries to give you peace of mind So hope and love he wants you to find Faith it comes with hope and love The human race shares the same blood He feels no one is to blame All made to feel hurt and shame

A game you play Day by day Break me down In every way You hold me down Then you shout With a voice So vile and dark You push me away My fastening pulse So deep and sharp You break my strings Am a broken harp

There is a lake Where life is still Surrounded by Several large hills There's no gale just a breathless wind Bright blue sky A mirrored lake The sun keeps line As the lake does shine I sit in comfort relaxed and calm My eyes wide open,A sight to see The lake reflects my soul All my love,All my goals No shadows here,Clear the truth A lake with wonders,With peace and calm

As the sunlight blinds my eyes, I have fleeting thoughts of self just brief moments of blindness that remind me how fragile life can be. For a moment, I felt discomfort. And I wondered,what must it feel like for those who live in perpetual darkness? Perhaps life is too short to hold on to things that do not serve us, to regrets that cannot rewrite the past, or to burdens that were never meant to be carried forever.

See the reasons For different seasons Clouds can be tame Soothe or maim The winter snow Cold it flows The spring it sings New nature brings Life in growth Bread and loaf A summer to play Asleep on hay Autumn to reap Food grows steep Leaves that fall Straw golden and tall

Would you smile as you delved into my mind Open up my secrets in the thoughts you find All those feelings buried beneath the surface Would you laugh and joke at me then curse Would you hold my hand or leave me in a lake to drown Would you steal from Jesus a worthless thorn of crown Would you close all doors and lock me away Smile and laugh when i am sad and in need to pray Would your thoughts tingle with such a joy To control and hurt me as if i am a broken toy And if i try to heal a cold light of day Would you make me kneel then make me pray

Love has gone to miss No lady to kiss A touch so gentle A love meant for two A caress of finger tips Moisture on your lips I felt so blessed Mature your breasts To hold you tight Full moon our light Love in our prime As stars watch and shine

Do you want my feelings To dig a deep pit Do you want my thoughts Buried in a grave And a light in my mind To be blown out in a breathe Making life feel dark and cold Entombed to die and get old