Quiet closet reflections as I ask God questions praying for wisdom and suggestions reminding self of bright blessings I already have all of my needs met.
Seems to be areas of sight feeling far from natural chest tight all appears normal yet not right, am I missing some much needed light, am I all in?
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Days are more than nine to five reset, reset, until I get too old and can’t move.
Nights are more than clocking in and out expecting wages on payday, laundry and cooking on off days, God, am I okay or missing things again?
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Truly life is more than minding my business and speaking to a few folks until my heart gives out.
I feel like I’m missing life, many things going on in a background somehow I’m missing it all chasing I after I behind failing eyes.
Folding into fading away like an introvert at a party convinced it’s a mistake going to take the first exit I see, walking quietly away.
Scared I’ll be before Jesus and he’ll ask what I’ve done with my time and I’ll be like hey well um I posted a few poems, stopped cussing people out, read my Bible everyday, went to work, and donated here and there.
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Nights are more than clocking in and out expecting wages on payday, laundry and cooking on off days, God, am I okay or missing things again?
It’s nice to read open, honest, and even vulnerable writing. “Folding into fading away like an introvert at a party” is an excellent way of describing the ” untied shoelaces feeling.
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