Waking hours & I pray for rest,
So much easier than breath after breath,
A scattered format of thoughts to offer,
Not knowing if I could trust her,
This doubt can only do its worst,
A blessing recognizes the end of a curse,
Expand throughout this guarded light,
Guiding, protecting, & taking flight,
Divinity within represents a tree & a book,
Recovering the quick glances of a look,
I tremble in this struggle to hold on,
To have faith there was a reason I was born,
Apologetic for me even being alive,
Acknowledge the inevitability that I will die.
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