of fighting and feeling
of anger and pain
of breaking and healing.
Don't know where to turn
or how even to be.
Unsure of the path;
nowhere feels free.
It's one of those seasons
one of those years,
where I'm forced to dependance
and cleansed by tears.
Life feels so messy
there's pain all around.
I long for the Kingdom
and listen for its sound.
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