My Glow
In a distane there is a glow,every way I move it always manages to reveal itself and show.
I've tried to introduce mysef on several differnt occasions.
But however; she chosses to remain silent but yet very comforting and without any evasion
With my flaws and all, some in which I have created, the glow still remains with me. Without any hesitation.
As I grew I couldn't help but notice, how big the Glow was growing.
Prepared to reach each goal with a rumble.
I'm becoming me. Strong, Wise, modice and humble.
The glow is no longer far away in fact many people have asked me whats my magic to me glowing.
I tell them Im forever gratful to God for allowing me to be a tool and for contimuously to see me growing .
It not about how you start or where you started from that seperates us all.
Its how we finish. So please exscuse me if my shine is to bright.
I will only be here for a moment, due to my life is in continuos flight.
I am Asia Jones with a glow.
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