Hope

I thought I was happy,

But, every time you come along,

You got me questioning,

Doubting,

Blurring my boundaries,

I’m done,

I can’t keep going on like this,

I’m tired of shattering,

And gluing back the pieces,

Living in fear,

Losing myself in the cards I have been dealt,

The fingers may point at me,

But, it's you who fails to recognize me,

Yet, I am not stuck,

I am not alone,

I don’t need to find my faith,

Because I know when the moments right,

We’ll cross paths.

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