For All Intents and Purposes
One day, I'll find the words or maybe the courage to talk about my life. With no pause or platitude I'll read aloud the story written on my skin. The tune my heart is humming. One day, I'll dig down deep into the pit and show you where I used to live. I'll tell you what I've known since I was 13 years old. My life has been like a praise song whispered in the dead of the night, yet silent under the sun... It has been like seed scattered across the field, but the rain is yet to come.