Another day along 121
another person to connect with
another voice, another choice, another moment to support.
An opportunity, a smile, a moment, a breath.
A connection of meaning, a lack of cheating,
A thought of pain from the past
An understanding of it not going to last.
something in me is saddened for the loss that people around me see and experience, but what is even worse is when they are trapped and unable to breathe under the tense tightness they sense and under go. maybe, just maybe I can give a little, provide a little, keep a little, increase my wits a little to become the broken pot that God wants me to be.
Werdna
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