I sit staring out the window
Longing for passion
Longing for the hand of God to pick me up and put me down
In a situation that is designed perfectly for me
A place where I will be challenged but loved
A place where I can love
Where my abilities will flourish from use
Where I will not be so crippled by my weaknesses
Yet here I sit
Allowing consistency to become my complacency.
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