Tuesday, August 18, 2015


Slice of Life Tuesdays

My depression is wrapped around me.
Snug like a straitjacket.
My fibromyalgia tortures me.
Each stab and break deliberate.

And yet worst of all my heart is breaking
and it's not for my own pain
but the suffering of another,
an old acquaintance on a one way train.

Bad news came like tornado.
Tearing apart a life in seconds.
History threatens to repeat itself.
Need the prayers of sinners and reverends.

Hope and faith, hope and faith.
The mantra held onto like wings.
Try to dispel the thought
of how God allows these things.

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