Soon at last, it will be March. Time to bid goodbye, to the past. March brings, birds that sing. Bright colours, A leafy spring. I thought so differently. Waited for you patiently. You were on my mind dearly. Waiting still eagerly. The month of March, purify my soul stark. Oh God, even when I almost fell, you held me tight and well. Suddenly I feel this peace. And I don't think it's just a tease. It's going to be March. Finally, at last. What do you have in store for me? At this point, I don't care what it'll be. But, I'm waiting for you. Please teach me true virtues. Sometimes I feel, like life is a deal. It could go south. Without a doubt. But, I'm holding on. God keep me strong. Fill me with real wisdom. And grace to be forgiven. 2021 is the quite the year. I think I'll enter fifth gear. I don't claim to know it all. Whatever may befall. But I think I finished a course. At least one credit on my board. I learned some things here. And even overcame all fear. I am no longer a slave to fear. And I don't hold things dear. I have settled into the flow. Wherever He takes me, I'm willing to go. I am in charge of maintaining my peace. So I just exhale and release. I want to be that bubble of positivity. Beaming constantly with cosmic energy. No force can stop me now. I've hit rock bottom and somehow, I'm still alive, still blood flows. So there must be a reason, who knows! I learned so much. I wish I already knew. But, if you ask me to teach you. I cannot because for flavour, tea must brew. Life cannot be taught, just experienced. Dare not ask me for my credentials. I've lived enough and tasted enough. No degrees and qualifications, but such. I'm just glad I finally learned. And didn't really get completely burned. I'm still alive. There must be a plan. I'm all open wherever the bird lands. I see His hand in everything. Joy somehow He will bring. What a lesson in faith. And patience and love and wait. I don't know what you have in store. I'm still waiting for March, you know. Come soon sweet sweet March. This moment, you're my sweetheart. March, sweetheart, please come fast. Either way, I will last. I've been honed and groomed. Protected from myself, when I chose doomed. Past burned. Lessons learned. All things yearned, will now be earned. -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved.