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Conditioning

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 6, 2017 by bigtuna185

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Someone once said to me
“Marriage is a heavy burden”
That to wear a ring is a weight,
Not something to be taken lightly
And that may be true
The trials of matrimony
Were never meant to be simple
When you fuse two souls together
Pain is part of the process
Pieces of yourself die off
No longer able to be sustained
When your systems need to be redirected
In order to compensate for two being one

We are Siamese now

To support only one is to destroy both
And so it helps to imagine that we were always this way
To condition yourself into thinking this is normal
Until the muscles and thoughts become second nature
And the lactic acid build up from carrying this extra weight
Subsides and dissipates into new strength

The band around my finger no longer feels foreign
The smooth metal which used to constrict
Now feels as though it is vital
That I might not truly live without it

It is Life
And so is she

A Psalm on Weariness

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 30, 2015 by bigtuna185

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My body is weak, O’ Lord
My atrophied muscles tremble with every step
Incessant and unending tasks leech life from my soul
I feel my spirit wane through the cracks of my flesh

There are days where it feels easiest to quit
To lay down and give up
To close my eyes and slumber onward
Oblivious to all wills except my own

The enemy is clawing daily
His evil clutches scarring my already battle-worn mind
Sinking deeper, sapping energy from the marrow in my bones
Feeding off of my fatigue as a fly on molasses

It is only my reliance on You that keeps me going, O’ Lord
Only Your grace that restores a troubled heart
Your love that quenches all thirst
A rallying cry among worn out warriors

You alone, my God, are sovereign above all else
My body is weak, O’ Lord, and yet my spirit is strong
You prop me up on stilts to avoid tumultuous waves
You fill the dried up river beds of my soul