The Victory of Defeat
Poem written after a period of anxiety and depression;
too much responsibility and a bit of an identity crises.
Praise God for “Working all things together for good” ... and ... XANAX!! :)
The Victory of Defeat
I’m battle worn and weary
But the battle is my own
I, myself, mine enemy
Demand to mount the throne.
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As I read your words I thought how often the deepest insights come through the hard times and the struggles to figure things out. Agree?
Thanks for sharing that bit of your journey. Marilylle
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One of the strange things we noticed was that of all my children, She, the one I thought needed me the most, is the one that God moved far away. All the others live near by. But we can understand that today :):)
Thanks for responding, it has been a long time. I'll go to your site and see what pictures you are taking. Judy
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I've gone through some changes, none of the pleasant. Life moves on, with me or without me. I am getting back into this life again to make the best of what remains. I am not posting as much, however. People who aren't me won't understand. No point in trying to make sense of it to others. Need to live life as it unfolds.
Take care.
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I wrote a new poem yesterday. It probably is a little hard to follow. I didn't think about it yesterday, but this morning when I read it I thought of you.
See my last entry, Sweet Tyranny. I know you will understand, or at least feel, much of it :)
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