serenity

Life reminds me of the trauma.
every shower.
every footstep on cement.
every cut and bruise.
avoid triggers.
avoid people.
avoid places.
avoid things.
God,
grant me serenity.
And change those things
i cannot
And accept me into the arms of Wisdom.
What's the difference?
In these times, those words don't inspire me.
They spoil me.
They feed me
everyday
What comes too easily?
Certainly not prayer,
......or hair.
What strength do we have left?




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