once upon a time

An ordinary day, my stomach in knots
Old people, places, things calling the shots.
Knowing a way to help get some stillness
But pain keeps coming, making me ill.

A million friends for everyday,
But stubborn or careless that’s how I stay.
Few problems shared could still my mind,
But my thinking is off as no answers I find.

This too shall pass and I thank God above.
Fear will win if I don’t accept his love.
He taught me to learn that my faith keeps me strong.
Each ordinary day I keep plodding along.

by michelle



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