
I feel so much shame and inadequacy when I think of them.
I’m trying to shake it,
but the thoughts are not leaving.
Today was hard and I struggled to breathe deeply.
Lord, come gently scrub my heart with your cleansing hands.
The gate was closed on my good intentions.
I feel so sad and angry
with the state of things.
I didn’t intend for this.
I didn’t intend for this at all.
Some people say I seem confident,
boy, am I confident that they’re wrong.
I will drink some more warm tea and hope that it dissolves this baseball in my throat and these marbles in my stomach.
Thoughts plummet…
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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