I’ve come as far as I can.
My feet won’t carry me another step
I don’t know where I am anymore
The trail has no familiar blazes left

Please protect us.
I’m sorry for who I’ve always been
Please don’t let me shatter.
I’m sorry for who I still am.

I don’t know what’s next, but
I can’t get from here to there fast enough
Please help me tend my children
They are all I have left of love.

I’m sorry for all my words.
I’m sorry for talking like I knew
Anything at all. I’m sorry for all
I said and didn’t do.

Please find more Mercy for me.
I’m sorry I need so much.

I’m filling my duffel bag,
And I’m not sure it matters
What I put in it anymore.
Everything is in tatters.

It isn’t their fault, the town.
I know I’ve complained angrily,
I just started off on the wrong foot,
And never got my balance under me.

This place felt like open surgery,
Like a medic’s field dressing,
But having it happen here
Was its own blessing.

I wonder what I’ll look like,
What kind of cartoon I’ll be
In years to come, to anyone
Who might remember me.

Consistency
Is consistent rejection
I don’t think I can maintain
On my current projection.

The everyday becomes monotonous.
Did the prodigal cut and run
From his family
Or the constant hum

I can’t be more than
What I’m not.
I’ve been blessed to get
As much as I got.

My memory isn’t great.
I’m not even sure
What I was fighting so hard
To secure

A house in a field?
A husband? A friend?
The love I could feel
Absent on the other end.

It’ll be or it won’t.
It works or it don’t.

At least this move
Is about closing the past,
Not opening something new
That could never last.

It hasn’t yet come to rest,
But the die is cast.

I’m a child
Waking up from a nightmare
In the middle of a thunderstorm

I huddle around my littles
And cry out to You

Because I know You are bigger
Than every fear
And I believe

You are Love
And I am Yours

I’ve been so arrogant
My entire life.

How could I not see
All my petitions
Were just grownup versions
Of my nervous condition
Always pleading
Not to burn my dolls
Or throw my kittens
Down the well.

I am pummeled,
Buffeted, I wince
At the wind
I flinch in defense
But I no longer
Run away
Because everywhere
Is every day.

I have nothing to pay
The Ferryman.
I have nothing of value
To trade again
For any safe passage
If such passage exists;
The earth may only spin
By the strike of foot and fist.

God,

Whether here or there
May my brood and I know
What it is to be cared for
To be safe and loved
Where there is strength
That doesn’t feint
To keep you maintained

Is there still time to heal?
Could it heal to abide
Inside some kind
Of gentle protection?

Everyone is waiting
To strike, to bite,
Those who aren’t have
Turned shoulders cold

I am a tragic sight
An old, rejected wife
Put out into the frigid night
With coyotes and frostbite
To the tune of indifference.

Did I always have it coming?
Did I deserve to be humbled?

Love me anyway
Because You Are
The God of the Impossible.

I’m sorry for the nothing
I have left to offer.
I’m sorry I wasn’t worth more,
And couldn’t increase my value.

I’m all broken up
Fractured where I have lost,
Cracked, threatening collapse,
By rejection, betrayal, the cost
Of losing my place as a mom,
As a matriarch, a valued wife
At the height of my gift
I was ejected from my life
And I live on the peripheral
Of the organism I grew
As a disparaged servant
And I’ve cried out to You

For remonstrance and restitution.

But then today, I heard the men
Solid and efficient
They’re more productive
Because they’re in better condition.
I can’t keep up, and if I can’t
Replace them then I can’t complain
It doesn’t matter what I’ve lost;
It matters what the kids may gain.
You don’t just see what’s been
You see generations to come
What is of the utmost importance
Is giving them the best chance to run

The race You set out before them.

I can’t provide for them
As well as the men,
And as long as I’m providing
I can’t cradle them again.
I’m spent, and I might not
Have much left to give
I think I’ve been wrong to teach
Them to live how I live
Tender is defenseless
In a world with no defenders
If they are better off without me
I surrender

I withdraw the case I filed.
Let them all tarry on,

But don’t let go of a single child.
Thank You for loving them.

I shouldn’t have rested;
I should have gone home and held my son.
The weight of all I cannot do,
Of all I leave undone
Crushes me to ground.

The threats surround me
On all sides, all the time,
The consuming cruelty
Pursues a thousand crimes
I cannot prevent.

Please Father,
Change my circumstance.

Put me in the hands
Of tenderness, for once.

My brother hates ladybugs.
Hates their crawl, hates how they fly.
He says he pops the shell
Enough for them to die,
But not right away
They writhe where they land
And he lets ’em

Because he can’t stand ’em.

I believe Your promises are concrete.
I do not believe
In my ability to hear what actually is.
I am deceived easily; I deceive
Myself at will.
You’ve said the impossible is secure
I’m stilled by how great the promise,
How long I must endure-
Whispers say I’m telling myself stories
To get through the night.
No one is coming
To put things right,
And if someone did,
Do I really have the audacity
To believe weighed in any scale
I have anything good coming to me?
This dark obscuration
Haunted by ghosts and jackals,
Lashed by leafless branches
Driven by howling cackles
Is merely the natural consequence
Of running with my eyes closed
But I believe in the beauty of stars,
The architecture of the rose

I believe the darkness is never dark to You.
You always saw, You always knew,

And I hope You have engineered

My rescue.

I don’t deserve better than I have received.
Forgive how I groan and grumble.
Seek out this lost and wandered sheep
Lead me into my abiding humble

Tender on the rope burns.

The wheels have been long upon the grain
Surely the hulls are cracked.
I cannot remember feeling whole-
There can never be a going-back

I cannot restore myself to my kids
Every day is more tedious than the last
There are monsters in every hallway
There is nowhere fit to pass.

I don’t want restoration anymore
What would I do with joy now?
It would be a garment inadequately sized
An inappropriate song for a broken vow.

I understand the prodigal reference:
I frittered it all away.
Whether I ever find a way home
Can it change the reality of today?

I wasn’t trying to squander it all
In the land of The Other,
I just knew I was never really welcome
In the company of my brothers

And they still grind their teeth at me.
I am displaced.
I follow Your promises, like breadcrumbs
Day by day

Into day after day after day
I don’t want life or death, waking or sleep,
Whatever part of me still needs breaking
Must be buried pretty deep.

It seems to me the engine
Has been pretty well disassembled.
And even in my complaints
I lick the earth and tremble.

I believe You cannot lie,
And You will accomplish all You say,
But hope deferred makes the heart sick
And today looked like yet another day

After day after day after day.