The Sod

I feel my insides shaking
A constant vibration
I feel my cells breaking
A simple salutation

I gave it all to God
Why do I still feel stuck in this sod?

I cannot sleep
I say up past the midnight deep
I wake up before my beep
I just want sleep

But that is not what I really want
I want…
     My Friends to be safe
            My Future to be known
                  My Family to be still
                        My Finals to be aced
And so, so much more

I gave it all to God,
Why am I still in this sod?

There it is again the panic
The uncertainty
The incapability

But God has peace
Has Certainty
Has Capability

I keep giving it all to God
Even the sod.
Written by DomistLoral
Author's Note
The struggle of really feeling everything is in God's hands.
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