It’s not the end…yet
I find no resolution to distant miles, and undone string, left here to mend.
It’s a pain to bare these smiles and turn around, where there’s no end
I pray that when I leave, I leave behind no broken strand.
For closing, I’ve been told, is something I do well, no need pretend.
I let go of my inhibitions, for I’m sure that things will flow.
Like a potted flower, I need to move so I can grow.
I pray that all this time and trouble, that all the seeds I sow
Will flower bountifully, beautifully, and wonderfully if God bestows
(c)Adrielly de Melo