With words, I ran away...

When words escape my mouth.
And my stomach heads south.
Oh where can I escape?
In fear will my heart gape?

To poetry I run.
To escape from none.
Cause you read it here
My words you still hear.

Yes, I know It’s strange.
To write my words in this age.
But to me this is key.
Relaxed, calm, comforted I be.

My message touching someone,
Maybe not my intended one,
But the one God has chosen.
Cause God’s love is never with holden.

So write I so you will know
Patience I have in order to grow.
All I ask is to be given a chance,
Never unthankful for your glance.