A number, if you dare

One more day. All turns to another year. Another set
of numbers to roll over tongue. Another name to call.

Older I grow and still so young. All sound off to a
grand salute to Jehovah for allowing one more
breath.

Silently I sit. Not asking for anything. Just hoping,
dreaming for hugs and kisses. I laugh at irony of
those words running in my head.

So stay here with me. Sit and join me in my
viewings. Entertain the mind with a little bit of
happiness. A love story begins.

I am secure in where I believe. Sure in what I want
to learn. Holding tight to the memories but still I keep
some at bay.

Careful of the words played in sentences. Never
want someone to hold the wrong impression over
my head.

Not at a crossroad. Just hoping, dreaming. One day.

The numbers that roll down throat, coat the skin
ever so slight. No worn eyes. No torn muscles. The
aches are only in the heart, where they will continue
to stay. I shall leave it hollow for now. Bitterness
and jealousy long evicted of its home. No longer
do they linger inside me.

A joy of knowing that Jehovah has cleared those
out of me. So placing the numbers as a label on me
is only going to make me soar higher. Trying harder
to be as Jehovah wants because any day can be a
last breath.

Staying silent for some reasons are good but other
days no. So I will say what is on my mind soon
enough.

Looking forward to explaining myself. Ask and you
will get an answer.

Am I entitled? No. Just tired of being held back.
Suppressed by time.

Soon. Yes soon I walk for me. Soon I am carried. Not
selfish, not prideful just not being the welcome
mat so many think I am.

Come sit beside me, I dare you! Come hold my
hand. Come talk to me. I am open if you ask.

So one more day I get to lay down old self and
explore a new me.

So come here.

Now stand beside me, if you dare. Enjoy as
one more set of numbers run by me.