My ode to the higher being.

Morning, evening, even in the afternoon.
Giving me energy to pursue.
No postcard, although long over due.
I've been writing letters to you.
Hoping that one day you would reply.
Crying my eyes out, questioning, wondering why.
You never answered me because I knew the answers.
You never gave up on me because I knew my path.
Questioning what I don't have to ask.
Always believing in me.
But in all honesty thats all you wanted out of me.
Discovering my journey.
Knowing I am worthy.
Overcoming the storm.
Now I know why when I feel cold its suddenly warm.
My ode to the higher being.
I am so blessed to know your feeling.