Releasing a familiar place, must turn tired backside from perfectly positioned hammocks that have misled escaping breath, inhale to renew perspectives.
Home isn’t a tent forced bent into positions pondering if purpose qualifies as well spent, dragging someone else in uncharted territory.
Guess I’ll walk away, diminishing smile destroy a life I went wild for patience seen as a cage, yet impatience brought pride on stage haste leading to dismay.
Gathering belongings for a roaring fire, photographs spit on cursed, past, an outburst of foolishness and staying long to visit it eats hope away.
Turn over suitcases to God, need new clothes. Present failures to God, lack of strength and wisdom exposed.
Maybe this time I’ll listen, standing before this new drawing board, keeping interruptions and my hands far.
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