sharp-toothed difficulty.
an unconfined season of misery befalls, uncovering silent aches.
prayer sits to witness the painful shifts, without a quest for remedy.
oh my light.
how tiring.
all walking is tiring however the need to reach you.
forgive me. this heart is brutal with impatience to endure even more;
crashing & crushing waves of a brief hope.
release me.
my light.
release me to an inevitable opening; a relief of the no longer.
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