Scudding
Scudding
(The act of moving along swiftly)
Written: by Tom Wright
4/28/2018
Today, I enumerate my links in the chain of time,
And, as always, feel compelled to recall God’s blessings.
I’m a vessel, doing my best, to traverse life’s unsettled waters,
Any resiliency mustered, is consumed in a groundswell of change.
My days are packed with vagueness, and anxiety gnaws at me.
I hold fast to things which enhance my days,
But most are crammed with pipe dreams or flashbacks,
And euphoric days are a mirage that starves my nostrils.
Most days I feel like an insignificant smudge,
Occupying space and seeking God’s help to adapt;
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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