I have my own aches and pains.

I have my own needs and wants.

I walked this earth for decades

trying to run past myself,

always standing in the same place.

Eschewed by society

for sins I did not commit.

Chastised for my tenets, pretty little faces mock.

I grasp the pain,

I taste the tears.

With so much suffering in this world,

how do I dare ask for healing?

It is said that god is

powerful,

almighty,

limitless,

that he can do all things.

Yet who can measure the capacity,

of one who was said to rest

after toiling six days?

We only know,

believe,

what we have been taught.

I traipse past myself

with a weary heart.

Tripping over my own dreams.

I will not look back this time.

So, first I pray for a hurting world,

then add a small whisper for me,

hoping it will be heard.

By Ann Christine Tabaka

From: United States

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