Most days I’m sure there’s no devil
no external power convincing me
to the bad that I do against my own
otherwise desires . . . most days
but some days I doubt – it comes
in ways peculiarly suited to me,
this doubt – convincing me I have
nothing to offer – nothing anyone
would or should or could want
to know, to hear, to learn
those days I should just go back to bed
Oh, but you do have so much to offer. I thank you for it with nearly every post, whether I actually comment or not.
ReplyDeleteDebbi, Thanks! Definitely needed to hear that. Beth
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