Checking In

 

Good Morning Lord

I’m just checking in

While sipping my coffee

I’m recalling when…

I shook my fists

At you enraged

No solace was found in

Your words on the page.

I remember each moment

I turned my back on you

The weight of my grief

The only truth I knew.

I held to it so tightly

That we became one

Blaming the Holy Ghost,

The Father & The Son.

How helpless

You must have felt

Watching my suffering

On my knees I knelt.

Though no prayer

Could pass my lips

My name remained

There on your list.

My head is now bowed

Please forgive my sins

I’m right here Lord

I’m just checking in.

RaenellDawn

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I’ve always been a deep thinker. Superficial, mediocre conversations will never do. I want the raw, bone deep, authentic version of people. I’ve always expressed myself through writing. The only talent I possess is being able to articulate emotions through written expressions. Strangers comment on how my writing has helped them to realize that they are not alone. They find comfort in knowing that someone out there not only understands, but can put into words, what they feel. I’m an INFJ-E

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