Rumination,

caustic regret,

on wheel of crying,

trembling fret;

Don’t let gluey places

dictate your eyes,

pressure turn your face,

to bottomless cries.

Your hand can’t remold

those moments that sear,

reaping is painful,

but don’t ever fear.

You’re in His hand,

embrace tightly His love,

close to his palm as the

fit of a glove.

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