In conflict. Again.
An inner debate within the rumblings of my heart.
A question. Simply.
Yet stirs up love and hate, hope and fear.
A choice. Still.
Acceptance shows love, but betrayal in the midst.
Questions. Continue.
To deny bequeaths anger and diminished hope.
A belief. Possible.
To long for more, yet pregnant with doubt.
The storm. Ceases.
A ray of light from only one sun.
Faith. Small.
One step on water, He's guiding my way.
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