Lord,
The mental fatigue is about as bad as the physical. Right now, my imagination and daydreams need to run rampant in spite of my reality. I thought it was said once you accepted your lot, joy was a given. Let me tell you, it’s not. Joy, I have to choose it everyday. Even if it’s as simple as waking up and eating oatmeal and bananas. Breaking gratitude down to the roots, so I don’t go down the why me route.
Maybe it is singing off key
Maybe it is in a cup of coffee
Maybe it is the quiet
I don’t want to relish
It’s painful
To sit with
One’s thoughts
It’s hard
To let people
Be people
When you sit back
And wonder
Where humanity
And sanity
Return from
The brink
Of an
Indifference
That is more
Lukewarm
Than a cold soup
Not properly reheated
My soul
Feel like
A blues standard
In need of liquid courage
Even if
My soul
Doesn’t need
To be further depressed
And as I remain
Upright and alert
I realize that
A world in despair
Isn’t where I’m
To find comfort
Drunk on
Your Word
Is the only
Place that
Needs to
Be found
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