Turning, chipping, molding, picking, pushing, prodding
through
big black splatter
on a white textured wall
tripping backwards
after an already eventful fall
sometimes lifted up
and in those moments light
and bright
and wonderfully lit
but then the world
shoves
it actually hits
hard with blackness
pain
and pride
causing my tail
to tuck
my life to hide
and sleep
behind these walls
I creep
slowly
pushing through and around.. and..
RUN
Run fast for the safe ground
sing my heart to yours
and you, you open doors
or at least I pray you do
and pray it through
knowing you are working still
hoping to be in your will
Lord you are good and great
today
and in this craziness, I still pray
because
no matter what
I believe that you are.
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