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I sit only inches from where my work is sold

Little do they know, that I am here, just beyond the door

And when they realize that they’re not alone

Some quickly turn away

 

Remarks are varied and quite extreme

How Beautiful; Phenomenal; some may say

My poems inscribed on photo art are even read aloud

 

Others laugh when they see the price

As though my time and talent’s free

Underneath it all I think some wish that they were me

 

Oh God may I be convicted

Of my thoughts that then become my words

Heard or not, opinions have the power to build up, or the force to tear one down

 

I’ll stay the course

I’ve paid the rent

I have stamina that’s still unspent

If this is what God has brought me to

I’ll trust the Holy Spirit to help me see it through

 

db

StormWeb

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