Do you know why.

My family knows I write, but am I really an author? My family knows I've loved, but have I ever fallen? My family knows I have goals, but do they know my full intentions? My family knows I have faith, but do they know why I turned to God? I write openly, I write to express, that doesn't mean that I'll have an audience awaiting my masterpiece. And how do I know it will be a masterpiece? How do they figure I want to write at all? I want no such thing, I just merely want my voice heard. I write so people can open up there ears and hear me through my glorious words. I've loved. Tried giving my all... but I can't be sure I ever tried to fall. Fallen into the depths of love, security, and happiness. I doubt I've even fallen. But I've had a taste, and that taste allows me to believe that in this world, love is alive, and I'm yet to find it. I have a plan. I know what I want in this world, I know what I want to do. It won't be easy, but that's the point. I want it because it's hard to achieve. My goals and my intentions are two different things. My goals in a way are my dreams, but they are all at different levels. My intentions are to create a safe haven for myself, and for my future family. I have my faith. I will never waiver because without my Lord I can not be the person I am or trying to be today. In the past, my life was up and down. There was no consistency. And once I arrived at a permanent down, I prayed my heart out. He heard me, He saved me, He's continuing to do good through me. I write, but can you hear me? I've loved, but I have I fallen? I have my goals, but do you know my purpose? I have faith, but do you know my full testimony?