Preliminary notes on this piece: I call out to you, Lord, In this place where I am neither writing enough to be a full-time author nor working enough hours to be a part-time librarian, Selah; Where I am neither established enough as an author to make a living nor making enough money to live on at my day job, Selah; Where I am both doubtful of future success and numb to my previous accomplishments, Selah; Where I have thrown away a promising career to achieve a dubious dream, Selah; Where I am single as a Pringle when my castle in the air was founded upon a fiction career, a husband,…
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I Wonder Why
Do you want to know why people find it hard to love me?Why it’s so hard for anyone to get close to me?I’ll tell you why. I’m like the most delicate pane of glass or a paper-thin blade of ice,Sharp and clear and gorgeous in its delicacy.But then people are surprised when one harsh breath destroys me,Melting in the heat of a single hateful word or frightening toneOr scattering fragments in my anger like mortar,When some days shine brighter than others and still I manage to waste away. Like a snowflake, I cannot be grasped;You must hold out your hand and wait for me to drift in your direction.Beautifully methodical,…