Woe is Me

I’m sorry when I blame
Anyone besides myself
I don’t know how others think
How they live, how their health
Directs their decisions
Impacts their social worth
With my life résumé
No corner of the moving, shaking earth
Will ever belong to me
I can’t hold it; I’m too weak.
Unless God in His grace
Bestows it to the meek

And exalts the humbled
With the impossible ability
Of bearing the weight consistently

Without falling to a knee.

For my part, there’s nothing left
But to depart as bereft
Spare no goodbyes,
Bury all other tries
And forget how it felt that brief day,
For a moment, I believed I could be okay

On my own two feet.