The Horizon's View
Where to go, I asked,
How and where, and what is my task?
Am I to hide and wear a mask,
To blend in well till my time reached dusk?
These things I thought with an agitated frown,
Then apart from it, the burden as my crown.
Bare was my feet upon the soil so brown,
In this ordeal however, I am wearing a gown.
'God', I called to Him,
Why make all my choices dim?
My paths ahead all looked dark and grim,
As if they're made not for a her but for a him.
Then in my mind His face I saw,
Understanding and love on it was raw.
'I'm sorry', I ...