The days of old have gone away from my heart. The doors are open to a different pathway I have yet to admire. As I head towards there all I hope to see is your light.

I’m twisted inside my being. My head aches for more of you and less of me but my vision is blurred and my hands are tied. I’m free to be but not free enough to understand. 

Walking in your shadow is the safest spot I know. Thinking in your way is the road map to my governing spirit. With you I am one. With you I am secure. With you I am home.

C. L Cunningham 

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