Sifting through misconceptions.
Thought patterns subconsciously sew into a patchwork quilt.
The hourglass is flipped. The jackles are visiting today.
Just as ugly as the days before.
The scrap inside me and scratch old wounds raw.
Healer, I’m hurting.
My future lost its luster in the sequined dazzle of the marionette.
How foolish.
Forgive me;
take it if you wish.
I’m blundering in a fog,
Where did everyone go?
I call out.
Few answer.
But You beckon me just the same,
Even louder.
“Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
Daily I give You everything.
In swirly glooeyglompenness,
You are my foothold.
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