Somedays

I get everything wrong.

Try too hard,

think too much,

and care with a passion that doesn’t belong to this world.

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I beat myself up,

letting others define me.

Listening to lost voices,

in grey places,

ever spinning in contagious conflict.

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Then I pause, and think of You.

Or maybe, Your hand reaches down?

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My Heartcry, my Lifespring, my Love……….

 The Enemy has no lasting power.

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Somedays are just that,

moments of self doubt

when I take my eyes off You.

How much You love me,

as I am.

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Even on Somedays.