April Fools, and here I am. Tip-tapping away at the keyboard, catching up with the work to attain that "finished" feeling that will always elude, it's always just out of reach.
Dear God. Here I am. Tapping away pencils in the moonlight, I hope you recognize me. I've grown much more accustomed to feeling nothing at all. In my efforts to fit in.
The clock's tick-ticking away. I'm still tip-tapping today.
My theology's not popular conversation. My best friend's offensive. It'd be sooner accepted to spit in anothers face than mention the name of Jesus. Dear God, I hope you still recognize me.
April fools. Who's the fool?
1 comment:
Holly, this is hauntingly beautiful.
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