I’ve tried Lord

how I tried

You’ve seen me

Get up

Time and again

From each blow

From each remark

From being ignored

From being forgotten

 

But o Lord, I am tired

as I wrestle with

Each negative thought

Impaling word

Inflicted action

 

My knees weaken

My soul aches

My heart becomes empty

 

I can give no more

and take no more

I give up,

I fold,

I can no longer stand.

 

On my knees

I’ll stay;

Hands folded

Eyes shut

I shall pray.

 

 

2012 (c) Vida Antoniette M. Cuaresma

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