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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.


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  1. Date: 4/5/2011 5:40:00 PM

    ohh yes, they are just that!

  1. Date: 3/16/2011 8:14:00 PM

    A beautiful poem, Stepheney, I love the flow, and I love the inner glow~~

  1. Date: 3/15/2011 7:12:00 PM

    Very good