Part of the Book

I’m in this place
Where I’ve begun to hide
In plain sight
But in different places
It could be strategy
It could be dismantling
I’m not sure
It’s losing who I’ve been
Inside
And pretending what I’m not
Outside
I’m not worried
Just unsure
Faking so much
Forgetting what’s real
If I get lost
Will you find me
If I get lost
Will you look for me
I’ll be hidden inside
Where I know there’s still
Peace
Joy
Love
Hope
Hearing the faint cry of
“ready or not
here I come”
to be loved
is overrated
to be love
is sometimes difficult
to have love
is to have God
to experience love
is to be one with Him