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).