Back Where We Started, a poem

Back where I started my day

Except it’s 9 o’clock at night,

not 6 o’clock in the morning.

I’ve showered and am letting my hair dry before sleep.

Ant’s already in bed. It’s backwards.

I’m so far removed from the emotions of this morning

My head is clearer now than it was then

Back where I started my day

Just you and me again, God.

This moment feels sacred

is it?

or, do I add that weight to it?

or, is that weight from You?

Let’s try it and see what happens

. . .

. . .

. . .

There, I scribbled this moment in blue ink on a notebook page

. . .

There it is, a little more defined in the editing block

deep breathe

. . .

okay, that wasn’t too bad

exhale

. . .

My heart feels clearer too now.

Can I do this again tomorrow?

Meet You here first? Start my day with You? End my day with You?

I want to.

I will try.

I feel at peace.

. . .

Thank you for today. For being with me through the roller-coaster of emotions I’ve felt recently. You are not scared of my emotions and I shouldn’t be either. You are healing to my flesh and comfort to my bones.*

I love You. Thank you.

In Jesus’s name, amen.

*A very loose Proverb from chapter 3, verses 5 through 8.


Writing Process Notes:

10-12-2020:

// maybe like 20 mins total. dining room table. Hobbit Hole noises–humming fridge, cats, outside, keyboard clacks. TOTAL words: 234.

10-13-2020:

// shared to my personal FB page from the Writer page this AM. Posted on Instagram. Edited line spacing this morning. I need to remember to check all views not just Desktop haha

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