Unseen
My book of my inner most heartfelt emotions from my soul,
Sit unseen inside a book I created with my hands, hours of editing, finally created out of love.
Now sits in a shelf, with nobody to seek but me, is this how much my deep life experiences are worth?
Only Jesus has seen, for it was only HIS Holy Spirit which guided my hands to type them onto the paper, my tears unshed puddled up behind my eyes…
Time will tell if I open it back up my SOUL, Jesus help me, as with my past life, I’m Just INVISIBLE………….
Unless it’s positive, all I get is “thanks for sharing thus one” I guess like the song, “It is well, it is well with my soul”
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