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FREESTYLE LAMENT

lord i ain't much
and ain't a thing i can say
that tells it truer
than the mess i've made
and good god
how my mind
reaches
for something --
how it flails
for a mighty hand
pushed through the ether
or an angel
breaking through
or some sort of miracle
some shift in the wind
some sacred and undeniable truth
to press itself upon me
and free me
and make me whole
and pure
and right
and righteous
but ain't a thing
to save me
but just old me
amen
javalini
Written by javalini
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Author's Note
A poem about anxiety or grief. Regret.
I am a praying "atheist."
I grew up Catholic.
I'm always talking to Jesus.
A poem about anxiety or grief. Regret.
I am a praying "atheist."
I grew up Catholic.
I'm always talking to Jesus.
I'm always looking for miracles.
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