Early morning despair
The voice says why go on
Betrayals, deceit, punishment, persecution
The litanies of self pity and old wounds
More and more the body takes the toll
I’m am prematurely aging for what, for who?
Escaping through molasses. Pulling away from the glue.
One shoe at a time.
I stagger towards you, Lord.
Be you Death or Light.
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1 comment:
Amen,,,my morning, wonderful message
Bobbi
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