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there seems to be a painful catch in my soul

I am in a word

LOST

about as lost as lost can go

why must the coldness always commandeer the warmth

no magic calm awaits this deflated storm

prayer shores me up at times

so very certainly so

while on my sporadic diet of grievance

I sadly sup

pondering again and again each fact

that I indeed do

he loves me whether he speaks the words aloud

or whispers them in his big deep dark eyes

though the circumstance he can alter

but not the incredible truth beneath which

those facades he relies on reside

though he feigns indifference and superior

surprise

at a glance

the heart can see all his naked hiding

truths

I am his love

and ever shall remain

I am his wife and the female carrier of his

name

and beyond yet another foolish storm

I see such wealth of light

God hold my trembling hand as I attempt

to guide my love and I up right............

(written Dec 30,2005)