Some days,
I just want to crawl back in bed.
Seek comfort in my pillows,
Hide all my pain as I wrap myself
with my blanket.
Some,
I feel like I am trying so hard
to reach the next step—but I still
find myself at the same old spot.
Other days,
I don’t want the sun to shine,
because I am not done seeking comfort
in my own storm.
I find rainbow’s colors so bland;
roses in the garden not so grand.
And sometimes,
I question His plans.
Out here in my mundane world,
I question myself: What am I here for?
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*image: alec douglas / unsplash
