To the Strong One

A room full of those familiar faces
there's laughter and talk
but I don't know where my place is.

The voices get loud and louder
I'm smiling and quiet
as they boast proud and prouder.

This language once so familiar and sure
no longer a sound
one that once was a lure.

I no longer want to walk on this path
I use to look and linger
but now I don't even walk pass.

The smell and aroma use to tease and please
and now with my cross heavy over me
the smell has now all but ceased.

I walk along that narrow dirt road
heavy with my cross I walk alone.
I trek and trek along this path
now becoming familiar with my own soft pant.

The fog may cover me and I cannot see
but along this path I continue to be.

The road leads far up ahead
but my comfort and refuge is near.

I have not loss but gained
for it is only in Him
my true self, my heart remained.

It is his whisper that beckons me on
as I continue my journey
I begin to hear my song.

A song of peace, hope, and love
that heals and heals
only found from above.

Till the road ahead opens and clears
and the angels cheer and cheer
will I find rest from my journey
for this is home, my soul that finds
for all eternity and for all of time.

- Author, Sapier Lam