Some nights I wish I would meet Jesus early

This pain is too great for me

Jesus take it please

It's too much for me

These temptations scream in my ear and can't wait for me to to fail

I've started so many poems like this

I'm just so sick of the same lack of bliss

This is a thorn to my flesh Jesus take it!

But if I must

I will walk with this spike driven into my side

Even if I hobble I can only make it on your strength

I don't even have this strength to grovel

This thorn

It causes me pain

It makes me wain

I feel like I sit here behind this screen

And rewrite poems that I've already wrote before

But every time

I face similar demons

I know millions across the world are staring the same ones in the face

We all have thorns driven into our sides