so tired...

i wish things were different, more like the circumstances.

Often the advice is easy to give, but most of the time you're the one that needs to hear it.

Surrounded by walls, praying for a window.

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In moments of silence
I hear your voice, but do not listen
“My child,” You call
As I look toward the star-filled sky
“I’m here,” You say
I can’t see your face; eyes blurred
Pools fill in disbelief
I weep and you come.

Your arms wide open
Longing to give your love to me
“My child,” You call
You weep wanting me to be with you

In moments of silence
You hear my voice and listen
“My God,” I call
As you look from the star-filled sky
“I’m sorry,” I cry
You see my face, my eyes blurred
Pools overflow with tears
I weep and you come

Yet, my arms are closed
My heart unable to understand
“I can’t,” I reply.
I weep wanting to be with you

...

sometimes my toughest critic is myself.
Its something that can't be helped...i wish i could fix things...i wish i knew where to go

i apologize for the cryptic post.

all i have to give

Prayers to the families who lost loved ones this past weekend. May God provide strength in this time of need.

To a dear friend, I'm praying for you always.