This was something I wrote last spring during a particularly difficult time, which has come back around again…
How? Where do I even begin?
God, I don’t think I can win.
The desire to traverse,
The need to immerse.
I can’t think of a verse….
I feel like I’m on the other side of normal.
I’m in the cold and need to get warmer…
I’m fighting the urge of the formal.
I look, I watch, I see, and I ponder.
“Does it get better or worse?” I wonder.
Should I become a mason building a wall to block the path of growing fonder?
I don’t want to waste another year.
I don’t want to neglect the now and here.
I don’t want to act out of fear…
Unanswered questions feel wrong…
Make it better in a song.
When did simplicity marry chaotic confusion?
Of this Lord, you are not the author. Go to sleep, dream, wake up in another scene or a delusion.
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