I am what He is moulding me into

I am not

what you think I am

selflessly sacrifying

All needs I need

All desires I desire

in the name of Love

or a saddened emotional wreck 

illusioned you found 

fit to label psychotic!

I am

what He is moulding me into

I am not

what they think I am

a gifted myna with a voice

so sweet so mellow

a fascinating storyteller

funny pleasing enough

if just not too much

I am 

what He is moulding me into

I am not

what I think I am

One trying to run from 

uncomfortable emotions

Endless Ego Endless Anger

too scared to take a stand 

for what seems right

doubting the love and care

that bubbles up all the time

a genius quick learner

whose mind becomes

the biggest enemy to fight

or a special

child of god

unable to see God 

in the other hearts 

I am not 

what I think they think I am

I am not

what I think you think I am

I am not

what I think I think I am.

I am 

what He is moulding me into

with His soft-pink

delicate palms

I am

what He is moulding me into

with His divine gaze

ever so healing

I am 

what He is moulding me into

patiently diligently every single day

forgiving me for all the

mistakes I make along the way

Singing me lullabies to

make me fall asleep

after a long day of trying

some tears I weep

I sleep at His feet

leaving all my worries behind

to wake up again 

with a grateful heart

and also be kind

I am 

what He is moulding me into

🌸