Pushing the Past Away

Author’s Note: This is republished and revised with my permission from my original blog at https://kittiephoenixromans08.wordpress.com/2016/04/24/pushing-the-past-away/.

Bitter tears fall
As I stumble
Over past mistakes again

Face down in the mud
Past requested help refused
Pushed muck in my mouth

The broken vessel
Waits for binding
It’s done yet undone

The pieces of my heart
Scattered on the ground
Still beat trying for His rhythm

Help me–
I can’t do this any more.


Tears end.
I push up.
It is what it is.
Life goes on.

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