It is an inconvenient time,
swaddled tightly with life’s
Enmeshed with an array of emotions,
I am culpable for everyone.
I am liable to provide the means to fulfill
their urgent desire to be happy.
I am a one stop shop.
As my body matures,
my vanity has given way to
The task of taking care,
Is this my career?
The end of this cruel circus is out of sight.
The girth of its implications beyond my grasp.
The list of my imperative duties long.
It is hard to discern,
which move to make,
My prayers stopped with all belief
Now I find myself,
praying under my sheets.
please, God help me
I wonder if the demon of despair will ever release me.
I wonder if I am too far gone for redemption or grace.
I wonder if God is laughing at my hypocrisy.