I remember the day you came to me, you know. A young girl, who wrote of love, craved for someone else to take control of her life. I needed to feel protected, guarded and loved by someone stronger than I was at the time. While others slept, I, consumed with fear, chaperoned myself and wrote of places I’d never been or experienced. Becoming someone years ahead of my time, gladly, then embarrassment reared its ugly head. It silenced me, begged me to doubt myself and my truest of callings.
Rarely is there a day that passes where thoughts of your expectations fail to motivate me. Yet, I never measure up. I’m not who you need me to be. Visions of you still strong. You live distinctly inside my mind. Do you have what is takes to restore this woman? Encourage her soul? I’ve always known your face, felt your hands and seen inside your eyes. I know you doubt me, but you have always helped me create and find my words. I’m here for you. I believe it. I feel it. I confess everything to you, honestly. Accept me, please.
Final wish tonight
Visions of your handy work