I waited patiently

 I waited patiently for you to show but you didn't know.

I waited patiently for you to see me but you are too busy

I waited patiently for you to hear me but you could not listen

I waited patiently for you to understand me but you had other matters to attend.


So now I no longer wait.  

The disappointment is not any less hurtful but I will be ok.

The memory of a non-priority birthday is not new

It is in actual fact a norm.


I will not leave because you can't see the truth

I will wait because I promised commitment in front of God

I will rise again and find my joy

I will rise again and smile and give with my full heart


I have not forgotten who I am

And I have definitely not forgotten to pause and praise

I know His plans for me are great, greater than earthly goods.

Prosper and Joy - my new goals.

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