Unable
My brain is fuzzy foggy and I need to just admit that I cannot be productive … Continue Reading
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J.W. Richmond
End
My sin is paralyzing Deep and ingrained I feel unworthy Lost and ashamed My faith is true I believe in You But I can’t reconcile My beliefs with what I do Can You still Use me? Can you still Want … Continue Reading
After
It’s not relaxing, not really, unless the relaxing is able to happen after the impending. Trying to … Continue Reading
Get
It jumped. It’s set in motion. It’s gone. It is ready to be on its own. It was time. This has been … Continue Reading
Apart
You make me wonder what is wrong with me, why I can’t be the me you want me to be, and you can no longer find anything right in me. I still believe you retain the you in you even … Continue Reading
Snapped
It is purely a curiosity a blurry inkling of a daydream from words that may have only been flippantly spoken. Nothing may ever happen. Nothing may ever amount to anything. I’m not even sure … Continue Reading
Ignorant
I’m admittedly ignorant. Not by choice. Probably mostly by way of proximity. (I think.) Whatever the reason, that’s not the me I want to be. I think I tend … Continue Reading
Granted
Asking for what I need seems selfish. Needing something that is just for me outside of what is generally expected … Continue Reading
Buglike
The accusation was blatant and directed, and immediately, I was eight years old again. A teacher was yelling … Continue Reading
Respite
Take a deep breath before the busyness craziness obligations start to take … Continue Reading