I have strayed in my past despite knowing the truth.
Like a sheep who strayed from her flock while the shepherds tried to herd everyone together.
I silently strayed.
I looked across the horizon seeing greener pastures.
Green and tall enough to hide in.
Temptation at its finest.
I didn’t seek out for help.
I should’ve leaned in.
I should’ve spoken, should’ve vented.
Shouldve opened up.
As the shepherds tried hold on to his flock, I gazed on, I hid.
I didn’t vent.
I was introvert.
In part I still am semi introvert.
Now I learned my lesson from grazing in the Wild.
I learned my lesson from wandering away from the well.
Here I am…. still introverted.
However back grazing in the meadow with my shepherd.