A grind,
a moment filled with static,
desperate to reach the goal,
held up
by....
a torrent of
paper,
undisclosed info,
unhappy faces,
happy faces.
30 days,
a flood,
a snowfall,
an unrelenting feeling of depression,
that threatens the very peace
I am desperate to find.
prayer,
small pieces of beauty,
push me onward
to face..
my wall.
help.....
1 comment:
Hey Bubba. We love ya. Hang in there...everything will sort itself out soon, ok?
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