Like the leaves scattered on the ground; that’s how I feel. Dried out, blown about, crunching when stepped upon.
I still pray. I still tell myself that this too shall pass.
Dear Lord help me think uplifting thoughts, unclaw this sickening dread from my soul.
I too am your child, I too need solace. So do my children and my husband.
I beg you, don’t leave us here too long.