A Tender Hand

Ever felt like some invisible person has been watching over you, well I have. Just wanted to write a short free verse poem, as my introduction to Protagonize.

I'm being watched. Constantly.

As I search. Desperately.

For the answers I've been looking to discover

To help guide me through life

And find my final destination. Or maybe my destiny.

To find fulfillment in all of my--well--situations.

Though I don't seem to always hear or feel or see

I sense something holding in its palm

I wants me to turn to it--or Him.

He can help me when I fall or when I'm lost.

To Whom Is Watching Over Me: Thank You.

The End

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