Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Stranger to Myself

Every time I hear you say how perfect he is, all I hear is how imperfect I am. Everything with you is what I didn't do or never did. I fall asleep feeling miserable and worthless hoping that I can dream away these thoughts. Still I wake with a sinking feeling in my chest. I get through my days on sheer power of will, but often find myself exhausted and confused by the end. I'm living in a world I feel no part of, in a world where nothing feels right. I think I'm bleeding out on the inside, every second a drop closer to peace. I know where this is all heading, so maybe I should be brave and embrace the peace.

 "O God, do not keep far away from me. O my God, do hurry to my assistance" (Ps 71:12)

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