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Scavenging in the darkness for trace elements of the lord’s light.  


   Forging forward

The Weight of baggage turns feet weary at the juncture where physical and mental anguish choose to meet.


     Thus tears fall.

You witnessed me bawl

Then proceeded to share with the both the knowing and undiscovered how  forms of anguish such as thes remind you to be thankful for the good life.


Word reached me.

I set up camp on my bedroom floor. I prayed for myself to have a good night.

Woke with the reflection in the mirror shining back bagged eyes and a scene set by my expanding worry looming ominous over my shoulder in the backdrop.  


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