Life is too long
Too much hurry, too much mundane
Too much pressure, too much pain
Holding the weight of the world in expectation
Realizing the crumbling of my foundation
My gift of grit
Only lasted until the wall was hit
Coping my whole life to survive
Hoping one day I will feel alive
Relying on the wrong things to affirm my worth
Fighting to justify my existence on earth
I feel so lost, so empty, so dead
Cut off from the Source, the Vine, the Bread
Paralyzed by my desperate need to control
I guess this is my dark night of the soul
About the Creator
Amy Carlsen
Seattle-based writer born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Left the field of engineering sales to pursue vocation in full-time ministry. Married to her college sweetheart, Tory, and loves being a mom to her Kindergartener, Cole.
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