My heart maintains the fury of my mind and it's worry.
Knowing neither will desert me,
I use courage I can't bury.
With a spiritual energy,
Of strength and such position.
I can float above the misery,
With a focus on my mission.
With pen in hand I write,
My words are overflowing.
The messages escaped,
I won't leave the world unknowing.
I must fulfill my calling,
Many messages to deliver.
There were times I felt like falling,
But was caught by pen and paper.
As I wait for time of peace,
Some hearts will come to mend.
Possibly because of me,
Other hands will find their pen.
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