Fear of the stage, of all the focused eyes expecting a moment worthy of their gaze.

The sunk feeling- whatever I am, isn’t good enough to feed their need.

I am an embarrassment, a living humiliation in constant lack of good.

These are the thoughts and feelings of a child, yet they dominate the reality of a grown man.

As years turn into decades and stage after stage eluded, the boy now a man remains scared of focused attention.

But, He is the wind, the tide, and the rain.

He is the eternal force, scraping away my sorrow and pain, to expose the purpose preserved in the rock below.

I will fear no platform, no elevated stone.

If I am worthy of Him. I am worthy of me.

I am enough for anyone.

My destiny was never to be what they need, rather to always to be me.

I am proud. I am hope. I am faith.

I am the reflection of the one who Loves me.

In my breath words of life, to set the slaves free.

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