Sometimes there's nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
How can you explain
That what you're trying to get away from is yourself?
When you can't catch a break
From disappointing yourself
Unmeetable expectations
Even though it's as simple as
Just letting things be
Deep inside
The feeling won't die
Never good enough or deserving
When happiness is so close
A hand smacked as you reach for it
No
It's not yours to have
Look but don't touch
I need saved
From myself

We should meet God in the morning and go with him through the day And in the stillness of the night, before our sleep comes we should pray. We should pray that God will take over all the problems we couldn't solve. And  that in the peacefulness of our sleep. Our problems will be resolved. We should pray that when we open our eyes to greet another day. We will find ourselves renewed in strength, because Gods grace has come our way. We should pray that whatever seemed impossible for us to solve alone. That once again we'll be assured by God that we are never on our own. Because if we try to stand alone. We are weak and we will fall. But God is always with us when we feel hopeless lost and small. So no day is unmeetable if we wake up with this thought. We should think to thank God for all the blessings that his loving care has brought. We can never be a failure. Even if we're hopeless unsaved sinners. Because God is the only one who can loser's into winners. So we should meet God in the morning and go with him through the day. And thank him for his guidance each morning when we pray. If we follow faithfully. This daily way to pray. We will never in our lifetime face another hopeless day.               c. R. Mendoza

calm water, gentle water-- a comfortable sea of forever
time
         ceaselessly
                              provides.
i forgot what 'warm' felt like; 'soft', 'safe'
reaching holding grasping clutching REACHING but
without hands! how weary an attempt. the deep spine
of a book for refuge, desperately sought from within
a churning maze of salty air and soaking wet misery.
dry land dry land vast open plains,
to see, to breath, to know, to be dry, to be warm--
the agony of an unmeetable need. is this the fate of
"mine", to drown forever yet never succumb to the pulling, tugging
reach of
death?
her sweet voice and soft breath on my eyelids
echo throughout the forest of the mind and linger in shadowy
overhangs. night fell early today, oh, yes it did
it fell early and dark. no moon tonight,
not even she would come out. no moon to see tonight,
but she's there, she's at work.
the sea is powerful tonight.

I'm not satisfied enough to lay down my head until I've stared at this orange-tinted screen that's supposed to help me sleep and I've spilled a bit of my heart for you to see bleed and you're convinced I've got a hole - an unmeetable need.

And then I'm satisfied.
But just enough to sleep.