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Complicated
It's an agony that assails and assaults.
It's a state of indecision that boggles the mind;
It's a heart and soul that's off track and taken aback.
It's a sleepy boredom fighting hard to stay awake.
It's a darkening cloud of unholy irritation whose
remedy calls for more than a sacred getaway.
It's a sinking ship in need of new and better sails.
Not yet lost, but weary with the toss and the turn.
It's where change is brewing at the crossroads.
Where guidance to leave or to stay, is our humble prayer.
It's a change that, although not set in stone, yields
A sense of siege and renders a holding pattern.
It's a holding pattern having neither staying power
Nor authority to determine decisive landings.
It's a landing which, if unrealized, could delay or
even halt new seasons and dim anticipated visions.
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Curtis Johnson
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