Only One Knows Thy Heart

To take baby steps... stumbling on the way. May fall on your bottom, several times… each day. Just a dibble maybe a dabble to ease into truth. Fetus, to infant, to toddler, to preteen, to teenager, run right into adult. Hood. Wait, I must pause… Remembering shadows of non existence in the physical. Circumstances do occur and nothing or something may or may not be the blame. Hold thy head up high, look forward to the future and make... not to pause again, but make... Total creation and control of one's mind. Think about it... as one develops thoughts one-of-a-kind. Curve balls, strikeouts, fouls and fumbles. Life carries all… without instructions to mumble. Though not the actual game.... Or game is it? One knows or knows not, yet steady to win... oh... that word again? Win as knowledge of one's truth. Anxiety, fatigue, nausea, may play, yet one's strength pulls through. Time goes on, days drag on, months move quickly... years? As if to say, may add up and seem to disappear... not in an unable to see manner. No... transparent as light one may fall under. Always to drown is only a myth, all differ as people, no exact shape or width. Like night and day... what has thou noticed thus far? Only One, Knows Thy Heart.