The Model

Everyday is a different day, a different routine, Just another day to be uniquely me. Some nights I am scared to sleep, Others it envelopes me before I am snuggled between the sheets. Some days I feel as if I can't eat a bite, Others I devour every edible thing that enters my sight. Some days are dark as night, On some I could blind someone with my inner light. Sometimes I shiver and shake, My body becomes as unstable as tectonic plates. I have days of sadness that engulf my soul, Days where I feel as if nothing can keep me from reaching my goals. I have days where loneliness breaks my heart and floods my cheeks with tears, Days when I feel I have met the one I will love for the rest of my years. I have moments when anger steals my very breath, Moments where fear creeps up on me quicker than death. Everyday there seems to be things I do not need, Moods and interests that seem to wane with unimaginable speed. But there is something I need every single minute of the day, A need I never want to cease, fade or slip away. Everyday I need my God, I need His comfort, His staff and His rod. I need His hand, Guiding and protecting me, lifting me when I can no longer stand. I need His peace, I need His strength and grace, I need His presence when Lucifer shows his face. I need Him every day, And in every way. Everyday is a different day to refine one routine, Another day for My Creator to mold me!