Hard to get up and go days,
Hard to put on that smile
To just feel normal days.
Feeling the air press against me days,
Feeling like I’m not awake
Like I can’t find my center days.
Seeing the darkness days,
Seeing my own frailty
The horror of separation days.
Finding you with me days,
Finding you gentle
Finding you listening
Finding you solid ground
Finding you here
Finding you loving me
Finding you with me days.
I Sing My Soul 
I love your blogging. 🙂
aw thanks! 🙂
How am I just now seeing this one? Had me crying!
I’m reading an IVP book right now called “Imagine: A Vision for Christians in the Arts” (which, incidentally, you might like). The author talks about how too many Christians artists dwell in sappy, sentimental, sanitized versions of life where everything is always okay with God. But this poem is real and relatable. It reminds me of the Psalms. 🙂