I am sitting in my world of people
who carry their scars under blankets of
smiles, or scowls.
Laughter rings because I will it to be
so.
I will my joy onto them
knowing that this is not how it works
but hoping and praying
That they will find what I have found
And as I enjoy my day
making small talk and feeling love
I wait for God to show me
The next big thing.
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