I WAS THE GIFT ALL ALONG

Each year a thread, each step a seam,

And slowly, I became the dream.

If growth had a sound, it would be still—

A quiet "yes," a louder will.

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I wore time like layers of skin,

Each year a chapter stitched within.

This poem is a mirror—hold it near,

You'll see my past and yours appear.

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Before I had a name, I was a prayer,

A breath suspended in the mercy of air.

Curled in a space where silence was,

A soul waiting for its earthly applause.

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I didn’t walk—I floated in grace,

Known only to the One who gave me place.

No thoughts came up, no words—just sacred sleep,

A life, no sound, just secrets to keep.

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Then light—too bright.

Then sound—so wide.

I entered life unsure, untired,

A baby soft with spirit new,

Not knowing what I’d grow into.

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Hands touched me and called me "mine,"

But I belonged to the greater design.

Each cry was a question I couldn’t speak,

Each smile a language still unique.

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Had no worries to be kept behind,

I played all day, slept the whole night.

Felt the emotions—raw and true—

Love and care that each day grew.

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Laid on bed, watched lights in awe—

Didn't know I’d get lost in them, how?

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Then I learned to crawl, to walk;

Running was something more than talk.

Unaware of what it feels to fall,

But I stood up each time, small but tall.

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The injured knee, the bruise, the cut—

The blood used to gush forward.

Clotting was the only healing I knew at that time—

Wonderful, adorable, with some hype.

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To learn to speak was something different—

Cooing, babbling, to the alphabet.

Clueless of what did hide in words—

Daggers, knives, guns, or pistols.

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Each birthday lit a quiet flame—

A softer me, but not the same.

Did I grow too fast or didn’t pay heed?

How’s the story? Enjoying? Indeed.

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Childhood is something I remember—

Toys and school,

Homework and sleep-slumber.

It was a beautiful time,

But I was unmindful back then, in rhyme.

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Teenage was a ride—

From cuteness to a cool disguise.

But I was a fusion of both—

Sigma, rizz, Ohio growth.

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At first, I was all wonder—eyes wide,

Seeing beauty where no one else tried.

But soon came the questions: Why do we fall?

Why do we hurt, and who do we call?

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I didn’t have the answers—not back then—

But I listened to something deep within.

I didn’t know that pain could teach,

Until it stretched what joy could reach.

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Years passed like seasons—changing me too,

Turning my edges from red to blue.

I felt things deeply, but couldn’t yet see

That everything I’d been would shape who I’d be.

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Adolescence came like an untamed fire;

It burned through the quiet, through desire.

And though I felt lost in the middle of the storm,

I was finding the strength to stand tall and warm.

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I began to see pieces of me I’d missed,

Shaped by time, by lessons, by a fist

That reached down to guide me through doubt and fear—

To show me that growth was always near.

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But it wasn’t until today that I saw it clear:

The truth I’d been given all these years.

My Lord wrote beauty into my days—

Even in silence, even in maze.

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Some call it fate, some call it chance—

But I was written in advance.

I learned that softness isn't weak;

It's strength that's humble when it speaks.

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Oh Lord, for all the ungratefulness,

I seek Your mercy and forgiveness.

You were always there by my side—

You loved me even when I stepped aside.

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After all this time, I realize:

I was a gift all along—surprise!

A gift for me, that was blessed—

A gift of life I didn’t value, I must confess.

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I'm thankful and grateful to You, my Lord,

For everything You blessed me with—

From skies to the shore.

Would've been nothing, but You granted me existence.

It is the moment I found I was never for instance.

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There is much more, but the words now do fumble.

From then to now, what I've become—it's a miracle.

My Lord has been very kind to me in fate—

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