Stop.
Look around.
Things are changing beneath my feet.
This isn't the ground I walk on.
These are not the same people I know.
Stop.
Look ahead.
Things are blurry in the distance.
This isn't what I expect.
These are not the plans I make.
Stop.
Look ahead.
Things are familiar yet far to reach.
This isn't where I say I will be.
These are the not the company I desire.
Stop.
Look inside.
Things are the same as they are always.
This isn't going but I still am.
These are not the obstacles I stall at.
~nikkie may.
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Without Sight (poetry volume one)
Poetry[Poetry] A set poems I wrote in a time of great spiritual learning, growing, and maturing.
