I haven’t written much in a long while and since it’s almost the new year I figured I would try something for a bit.
I don’t know what tomorrow will hold.
I’m not even sure if there will even be a tomorrow.
I don’t want my hard work to lead me nowhere.
I don’t think I thought this through.
I’m a jumbled up mess.
I’m either here nor there.
I’m a wandering soul.
My feet stay planted.
My eyes have wandered what could lie in the horizon.
My mind races.
My body is numb.
Is this what faith is like?
Is this the way it’s supposed to feel?
Is this what trust is like?
Is this the way I’m supposed to go?
I can’t write eloquently.
I can’t write to save my life.
I can’t write to understand.
Where am I going?
Where is my resting place?
I know, I’ll go Home.
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