The desperate poetry. When I am at my most desperate, I turn to poetry. I share it in the off-chance it helps absolutely anyone else get through something tough. Because that’s what I’m using it for.

I get it God.
I do.
I know what I must do,
I’m doing now, the best I can.
I’ll get there in a few.
Everywhere I’m at, my Lord,
You, yourself ordained,
So please punish me less, this mess
Is messing with my brain.