Times Running Out
BAM!BAM! BAM!
Times running out
Moms a mess
Dads trying to find a way for us,
A path,
Route,
Road,
Trail….Anything.
And ME
Ha.
I’m just waiting for that ominous knock on our door.
Saying, “Hey, Times UP!”
But then…
Then there’s that naïve innocent voice in the back of my head,
Hoping for some kind of miracle.
Hoping for God to step in.
To relieve me of my pains,
Worries,
Doubts,
Of the tears I cry at night .
Then reality takes over.
And I realize as I hear reality screaming at me.
He’s not coming.
But then.
Then I’m enveloped in a warmth,
A blanket of protection.
And as I’m whisked away from my fears and pain.
I realize with a content sigh…
He came.
I’m not alone,
Were not alone,
We never are…
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