a narrow space

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You know those seasons in life where you just feel overwhelmed all the time by everything, and it seems like everything that could possibly be posing any trial, is? When you are kind of pushed to your limits?  I don't think I'm in one of those.  Actually I definitely know so, because I've been there and know the difference. It's quite a big difference.  But lately I've been battling some old lies-- things that haven't bothered me in a long time. And there's a lot on my mind. It's nothing severe.. if anything it's just kind of annoying, you know?

This next little piece is a sonnet I wrote  in the midst of one of those difficult seasons. I think I have posted it up here before, when I first wrote it, but this time around it means something else entirely.  It is kind of a hopeful piece to me; I can see the difference from then and now, and know that I've grown and learned and overcome, and can do so again.

This season's heavy, I know; I know.

Backbones breaking beneath the strain.

Thinks you, 'save that amendful tone.'

From happy composure thy do refrain.

These portions with daggers-- they lacerate.

Clawing, digging, pulling delicate parts

of your soul; there looks no end in sight

Then bottom-rocks you hit, and clouds part

Not far, nor wide; a narrow space

Forth light illumining thy darkest corner

Gazing through is love's true face

And sudden the storm turns far calmer

He is the one Constant on whom to depend.

This season is long, but will come to an end.

This was totally not meant to be a downer, especially on this wonderful friday. Despite how I made it come across, I really am doing well, just have a bunch to think about.  Today, though, was a good day. I hope yours has been, too. 

Thank goodness for the weekend! What are your fun weekend plans?