It’s the evil that lurks in the room with us. What takes and continues to take and yet demands grace, or else. How it evolves, yet still remains there.
I wish my hands could reach out and grab it. Grab it ever so tightly my hands get sore. With a tight grasp and arm almost detaching, I release it.
How I wish I could do that and be rid of the evil that is constant. I wish we had more control.
I’m mad. We didn’t deserve this. A race for time. I thought we had more. That thing that takes and takes. How empty bowls feel full and heavy.
My hearts sad.
How can this thing destroy. We say strongly it won’t yet it is.
I miss being held.
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