Unbeknownst to me are the feelings deep inside.
Unbeknownst to me is the love that does hide.
Yes, these things and more to me are unknown.
Some intending to hide forever, some longing to be shown.
Including love for the Lord, it is mainly hidden.
The idea then, of expressing it seems forbidden.
My feelings are trapped inside like a convicted felon.
It is like a cat trying to give birth to a watermelon.
Unbeknownst to me at one time was the power of the pen.
It frees my feelings, and I give a shout of 'AMEN! '
I write of love for family and friends.
I write and write until the day comes to an end.
Also, my feelings for God are let loose.
My pen shouts prayers and praises, making use
Of all the time that was lost.
Thank You, Lord, for giving me this gift of writing at no cost!