Is there purpose
Or only pain?
Arbitrarily striving
What do we gain?
It hurts inside
Why can't they see?
I try to hide it
Just stop looking at me
I'm forced to endure
Will my heart ever mend?
I patiently wait
When will it end?
The glass stares blankly
Who do I see?
Does hope even count?
Set me free
Like Job 7: Why have you made me your mark? You won't even look away whiile I swallow my spit.
ReplyDeleteIf we choose to endure, we feel free. When we keep having to face the moments when we're worn out, we don't feel free.
Short line length is a good discipline.