A Note From the Edge
May 28, 2024
So much
so much has been thrown over me
that the life I still have
is gasping under a blanket of stress
can I ever get out from under
this weight I’ve pulled across me?
It’s late
is it too late
to roll out of bed
and crawl back to where I used to be?
that quiet faith
around the supper table
those whispers of hope
whenever I was tempted to tremble
that warm embrace of love
that I had in the home
I ran away from
I was good
I was too good for it back then
now
I just wish I could be back there
one more time