Painful Blessings
God's child and only his.
He's been teaching me lessons since..
before my teenage years.
I learn things quickly, a genius...maybe.
He has yet to expose his gift to me.
He has yet to begin revealing my destiny.
So I wait...wait for my world to shake.
Wait for my heart to ache.
With every storm comes sunshine.
An inner glow given from the divine.
A new found sense of control.
Thank you for allowing me to learn lessons.
That's why I call them painful blessings.
Copyright © Stepheney Hernandez | Year Posted 2011
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