I fall in
roadside ditches, mud
splashes my
face, smothers
my blown hopes, but some grant me
grace, allow me life.
.
I fall in
roadside ditches, mud
splashes my
face, smothers
my blown hopes, but some grant me
grace, allow me life.
.
Depression, Love, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma
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#1 by Shawn on April 5, 2017 - 3:51 pm
i am glad you are writing again. you are a part of my daily routine now. perhaps that is a smidgen of grace thrown in your direction? it is meant to be, with thanks.
#2 by Carl on April 6, 2017 - 5:54 am
Thank you, Shawn. You’re comment is kind and generous and full of grace. I’m grateful, and I will push that forward today.
#3 by clinock on April 6, 2017 - 1:39 am
“…but some grant me grace, allow me life”. If you have “some” then you are blessed my friend.
#4 by Carl on April 6, 2017 - 5:57 am
If I reflect, I am the luckiest man alive! Gratitude is important and you’ve inspired some in me! As always, thank you for reading and thank you for your comment!