Thursday, February 7, 2019
Letting the cards fly.
I don't want to let you in. I don't want to feel this pain. This utter despair. I can't dwell in this utter hopelessness. I had to be told point blank that people will never be able to give you what you give. You can't fight. I feel like my body and everything within me is broken. I'm not patient in affliction. I feel like God is imploring me to let it go. Stop looking at calendars when things are supposed to occur. When they're scheduled. I've had more issues than I can count. It seems when you think it's fixed, another part breaks. My body I realize is being compared to a car, something God said no to long ago. If this sounds ungrateful I won't apologize. I've apologized for so much I have lost count. My perspective is skewed. My soul is tired. I'm worried.