Dear God, I think I’ve made a big mess of my life
I think I let my thoughts and my emotions get the best of me.
Yet here I am, healthy a little blistered, but hey, not bad.
A little tattered but not torn. A little worn, but not worn out
God, I’m not tired by a long shot
I still got grit about me, I still got fire in my belly.
I still got wool to braid,
A stoke of blood still running warm in my vein and words and words to write.
kindness sis Krissy