Found Myself

For what needs to be a chance to create what my life really means.
Over the sadness and into the beginning of a new start.
Round up the entire situation that can be possible for this event.
The name that describes the ways that can be withheld from me.
Here for the sound of which I can describe as a new and old concept to bring.
Enter my internal concept of which I describe as a way that life itself brings fourth.
Nothing in the heart that can break down this down fall.
On my way to bring the last of which I’m armature.
Now if this, the last chance I have to complete my goal.

by James Anderson

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Thank God you found yourself and never be in great distress... Cate