permission.

I have permission to go at a pace that doesn’t hurt

I can be soft

I can cry myself a river, then swim in it

Floating…as the H20 cleanses my being

Thank you

Do I have to keep telling God the things He already knows?

Am I praying or is this glorified begging?

Help me, God.

I don’t want to drown in the complexity of existing

Swimming in worries as the shoreline teases me

It gets to enjoy the view without being swallowed by it