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.


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...