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Sunday, February 15, 2009

I'm supposed to be content with what I have.
Thankful, I guess, for I know I have more than most.
But yet sometimes I feel so lost...
When I want everything,
Unwilling to give up anything.
I will not choose, what is there to choose?!
Yet I'm doing it I know,
Conscious of my consciously doing it.
Uncertainty is an insidious thing.
It really creeps, unnoticed,
Subtly torturing you from the inside.
Hugs are a struggle, laughter not in the eyes.
A pinch of wistfulness, and a gallon of despair.
I adore Sundays, I do declare.
That's why loving is hurting, and hoping is dying.
Please remind me to hold on to the present,
With what small hands and failing heart I do possess.
To cling to this hot-cold, slightly tarnished, blemished,
Bar of what we call "now", painful and draining it may be.
Instead of reaching back for the rusting past.,
Or trying in vain to still the hands of our clock.

Dear God, please help me to treasure what I have now, and not to wait until I really lose it.

10:52 PM