Sometimes
The hardest part about the morning
Is when I have to shut the door behind me
And make my way to everyday
Sometimes
The hardest thing
Is knowing that I’ll never know
What lies ahead in everyday
I feel my insides twist against the grain
To turn the knob and leave you sleeping,
Is similar to self-effectuated surgery on a fatal wound
That’s why I press my face against your forehead,
Before I pull the door
and we hear the paint pulled off the frame
and sometimes I hold my breath
it’s not like I’ve confidence in my ability
to control the world
so
sometimes
on my way to everyday
i cry convicted tears,
see your face in my mind,
thank our Sheppard for everyday and every morning,
you,
and how He holds us.
Sometimes
the hardest thing is everyday.
That’s why I press my face against your forhead,
Before I pull the door
And leave you sleeping.
