Saturday, February 21, 2009

The Blahs

She waits
In faith
But it does not exempt her
From the ache

She knows
She believes
She prays
But waiting brings much pain

Uncertainty gnaws at her heart
Fear creeps in and makes her doubt
Bitterness wells up
Envy, fear, and the guilt for not believing enough

I wish I could end this with something redeeming
A hopeful thought to lift the cloud
A cliché, a positive slogan
Something, anything to make me believe

But not tonight
Let me not ignore the feeling
I don’t want to brush it under the rug
And deny what eats at me

Another night
Things will be better
But tonight I embrace the hurt
My broken, crumbling faith

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