Drained but not drowned

Why do your wrong doings

Drain me so?

I’ve done nothing but trust you…

Now I must shelter myself against all the flailing thoughts of ifs

Cut down all the sprigs of desperation

Unearth every weed of bitterness

And continue to wonder

When did I ever ask to be stronger?

wallowing

whatever impends

its coming

when assumed

takes the tyranny out of its tirade

take it in stride

and what keeps you at bay

becomes shallow enough

to wallow through…