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Tylenol and Duct Tape For Shattered Pride and Wounded Egos
i park my car
and i step outside
hoping that the quiet
will help me clear my mind
i always mend this way
but it didn't work this time
cus for a second
i look up at the stars
and it comes rushing in
just how small we are
that kind of self awareness scares me
so i get back inside my car
and in that darkness
that i used to like
i find myself reaching
for the overhead light
i've never felt more scared
than i do in this infinite quiet
i whisper something
just to fill the space
hoping that the sound
will scare the introspection away
"well, on the bright side, this new self loathing,
should keep my narcissism at bay"
i laugh but it is drown out
by the sound
of the tense rumbling
of looming thunder clouds
i wonder how God could hear me
amidst all of this sound
in spite of this
i decide to pray
"Dear God above,
please take this fear away
cus i feel so small right now
could you just tell me that's ok?"
well morning's here
and no sign has come
so if God should call
just tell him i'm not home
i always feighn faithlessness
when i'm feeling this alone
but i looked out my window
at a passing child
who was dancing round
playing with the light
he cast a shadow
though the sun beat him in size
in his shadow
my life flashed before my eyes
and i still feel small
but yet i smile
cus so is the sun
if it can be beaten by a child
Copyright ©
Joshua Aguire
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