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Follow Me
A cumulonimbus cloud enveloped my sky,
Threatening to rain down a torrent of pain.
An ocean of commotion swirled in my brain.
My attempts to bandage the wounds turned in vain.
I saw only the receding vistas of light,
And night prowling like a stealthy thief.
The past chilled my mind like hanging icicles,
And I felt so heavy with frozen grief.
I inched my way up like a tardy snail.
My life got riddled with contradictions.
I felt I was waylaid, lost, bruised, and beaten.
From every corner, I met only constrictions.
When irredeemably lost in the labyrinth of life,
I heard an inner voice assuring me,
“Don’t worry, your life is in my hands.
Nobody always gets his way! Follow me!
I will walk in front as your all-time guide.
I will mend your scars and heal your wound.
I will hold your hand when you totter.
If fallen, I will lift you up from the ground.”
In an instant, I felt my tethers getting broken,
And my soul embracing all that is dear.
From the cage I knew I was flying out.
I saw the sky beyond, lying blue and clear!
Now I am on a journey of redemption,
Determined to follow Him wherever He directs.
I tell myself- “Nothing is beyond retrieval.”
Feel freed of everything that obstructs.
Copyright ©
Valsa George
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