Wrote this this morning after sleeping and/or wanting nothing more than to sleep for 16 hours.
Keep me safe From my own self, O God, You are the one who made me this way. You have let Me cry myself to sleep, Yet not the sleep of eternal peace. I've written Poems dark as the ink used To write them, without line breaks in life.

Hugs. The holidays can be depressing…
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grace is given
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“poems dark as the ink used” ❤
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He hears every prayer.
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Hugs and lots of love to you
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