Where I Am

I’m spinning wheels,
To escape malaise.

But keeping busy
In the world
Doesn’t bring You praise.

I’m living for myself,
Afraid of what You want.

But I am weary
From flight –
Am empty, gaunt.

I’m still here, Lord,
Hanging in
So to bottom out.

But when I fall
Please catch me
Before the snares of doubt.


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