Thursday, July 20, 2017

On A Burden

I am worn in this matter,
more than I can admit.
Constantly struggling- and mostly failing.

I wish I could say I was getting better,
that there was progress being made,
that "it" was decreasing - but it is not.


I asked for deliverance but it has not come:
only the long burning ache of my bones
and pain in my heart as I plod on.

Perhaps there is relief,
or perhaps only the pain of the struggle,
until the Final removal comes.

3 comments:

Rain said...

Hi TB, that's very poignant.

Toirdhealbheach Beucail said...

Thanks Rain! When I am away I guess I have a lot of time to dwell on things like this.

LindaG said...