Written late Summer 2010


I should not have to pray the same prayer.

Crying the same tears.

Wishing the same wish.

Having the same fears.

I should not have the same thoughts, hoping what once was, never happens again.

I am so tired.  But am I?  

I am numb in movement, numb in mind.  Numb in sight, but His joy divine.

I cannot give up on me.  Can not can not can not      can can can and I am here.

Waiting.  Knowing I am not waste.

Somebody still believes.  In ME.  Get up.  Get moving.  Walk.  Produce.  Liv(e).