What a tragic gift it is to be alive on this fresh and painful day.
To bear the weight of consciousness is to carry a despair
Which may only be distracted from or shared
I am one who bears this burden just as most must
Yet something in me hearkens still to my God's distant trust
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 12:28 PM UTC
What a tragic gift it is to be alive on this fresh and painful day.
To bear the weight of consciousness is to carry a despair
Which may only be distracted from or shared
I am one who bears this burden just as most must
Yet something in me hearkens still to my God's distant trust
