I try to train my children,
to help them find their way,
but working in the tranches
has left me dry today.

The constant stream of scoffing,
of quarreling, and strife,
has caused me to feel battered
and questioning my life.

I wasn’t very prudent
and didn’t look ahead
to hide myself from danger,
I stumbled on, instead.

And now my heart feels heavy,
it’s tired and it’s torn.
I struggle to believe the truth
that it can be reborn.

~weary thoughts on Proverbs 22 at the end of a long day~

Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.

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