I feel overwhelmed
And my familiar alone.
The weight bears down,
Under which I groan

Unheard and unknown.

It’s time to smile,
To cook, to play;
It’s time to give
My kids their day,

Swallowing what I cannot say.

Endless tasks in every column,
Resistance from every side,
Pushing my way through
The brutal riptide

So I can know I tried.


I cannot get there from here.
I cannot fix what’s broken.
I cannot attain to You;
I fight to maintain You’ve spoken,

And these things are not just tokens
Of my failure.

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