The expression,
“Thank you, friend, for your habit of breaking me
For stepping forth as straw-to-camel’s-back o’er my tendency
To give every ounce of me
— despite your toxicity —
That there’d be 100% in we
Unbeknownst to me, artificially
This Union, to me, most seriously
Meant the world, was my all, yet somehow saw me
Move from true joy that was ever deliriously
Full
Into trouble
Taking my sanity
And the strength of me
So that all that I am is now what you see
A human, who failed to live with the clarity
Of the value Jesus saw when He died for me
Here I sit
At curbside, calmed, and quietly
At His cross, listening, finally
To His voice and not yours, you see?”
has early — this Good Day — crossed my blessed lips, gracefully.
