The Fight in my Head

All these things I hold in my head they fight against everything I wish I’d said

The pain, misery, sorrow, grief just keeps coming, I see no relief

I wait and hope, though I try not to, for some or any kind of  breakthrough 

No end in sight, though I wish it wasn’t true, the hits keep coming, I’m black and blue

I’ve heard it said, though it’s pure scandal, God doesn’t give more than you can handle

Not true, I wish it was -  things are easier to handle when wrapped in love

So easy to offer empty words and platitudes, saying I should be full of gratitude

All these things people say in passing, never thinking their words are lasting

Our words are powerful - life and death - we don’t really understand this, yet

We spill our ideas, advice and knowledge like molten lava clothed as “truth”

Just keep hoping, believe and trust, God will come through, He must.

A Squyre once told me and I know it is true — God’s unpredictable, but faithful to you

An unattainable Truth it seems to me, I feel more despair than victory

-M Sauls 4/21/23