COGITATION
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As the cold and darkness enfolds
I sit with the piercing wind
With arms embracing my knees
I feel the soft, white sand with my bare toes
Unable to reach the light and
Warmth waiting for me over the sea.

In my solitude, I mull over
I know where I want and need to go
I stumble; rummage around for the path
‘Just how to get there?’ Is all I ask.
Bound by money
Bound by time
Bound by distance
But swathed in love.
When will He let me be with my true love?