Coming Apart

I can’t sit.
I want to run.
But I’m tired.

Chained by what was.
Uncertain of what is.
Scared of what will be.

Nothing can quell
This discomfort.

I feel betrayed.
By myself
And others.

I know better.
Insight waits.
Lessons entrench.

I will be
Made new.

When I make it

Grant me strength.
Give me peace.
Bring me love.


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