I Confess

From being told who I am,

To making me for me,

I need not another person

To state my validity.

I'll be who I want to,

A shining smile on my face.

I can turn away from

Those who think they chose my place.

I'll do what I ought to, Cancel plans for me you've made.

I tread the path I'm lead to on heart-caught glimmers of God's Grace.

I'll find the peace I'm promised,

No hands will you see nor have eyes yet met,

The Beautiful bountiful blossoms,

of the flowers bloom, of every breath.

I know the unseen value of the gold kept hidden by all in hind-sight.

It is through this that these treasures fall to my now,

So that daily I delight.

Joy alights in the flight that fancy grants me, and I accept its sweet behest.

Promised like a birthright; certain while my heart beats within my chest.