When you are lost
Or angry with me
Crying about the past
Then I know you're real

Smiling at someone new
I know what you'll do
Follow along for a while
Until you begin to feel

The path you always follow
It's not the shoes you wear
Or the dress that hangs on you
It's only in the way you heal

Your only home a memory
You need to know how it ends
The last page of the book
A comfort only it can reveal

Comments

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on November 16, 2018:

Thank you for reading and commenting Christian Writings. I was speaking of the glimpses of who we really are and unfortunately sometimes it means when we are at our worst.

Christian Writings on November 16, 2018:

This was so sad Mark, but yet also, so much love.