charcoal.

yes

a soft substance

easily crushed,

manipulated.

must ensure,

i am not.

Sometimes the memories
Need to roll down my cheek
Before I can let them go

Dear Father
I’m alone in a very scary place
And I’m not certain how I got here.
I lost sight of the footprints I was following
And wandered off the pathway you laid out for me.

The wind is cold and the sky is dark.
I just heard screeches from the nearby woods
And this path ends in only brambles.
Kneeling on the rocky ground
I beseech the Lord to rescue me.
He either doesn’t hear my cry
Or this is where I need to be
To learn to never take my eyes
Away from the light that guides me.
ljm

My life was
an open book.
You just forgot
to read a few chapters.