Hindsight

What is it to yearn? What is it to break?

A heart left as vacant; A heart dismayed.

Reaching all for the top. As we grow older, we stop.

Listening For something better. The cream of the crop.

But defined times, in refined minds, is what they tell you to make it.

Where some get lost, and some might fake it.

Simple combinations of life. In return, hoping for some, that in sight. Our children turn out right.

Almost as a security blanket or as a blending hindsight. Walk by faith, discern what isn’t right.

Anxiety in a bubble. How big does it have to get? You either become, or you seem to forget.

But If I told you one thing. You have someone with you. NO MATTER WHAT! Even when you seem to mess up.

There’s love in your lost. Go out and find it. Pull it off the shelf. Give it a hug. You might just remind it.

Something in return, you might just hold. A saying as such. That love is more precious than gold.

Save yourself for marriage. Go back to the faith that your “Child Heart” once protected. Living in no fear and no rejection.

It's ok to step out. Occasionally, Faithfully, and instructionally.

It apart of your path.

It's not about how hard you get knocked down. But in return, the Lessons that were learned as part of your past.

If I ended up doing the math. It's all going to be ok. What seemed deemed too much for me is just another day.

It's not in my hands. It’s all in his. All you must do is take your heart back when you were a kid.