Day 48 – The Exchange (poem)
I hand You my chaos,You hand me a breath.I give You my shame,You give me a little hope.We keep trading like this,and somehow I’m still in the fight.
I hand You my chaos,You hand me a breath.I give You my shame,You give me a little hope.We keep trading like this,and somehow I’m still in the fight.
God,I don’t have some big fancy prayer tonight.I’ve got scraps.I’ve got a little honesty and a lot of “please.”So here it is—I’m down here, and I need You.