Thoughts

It’s just too overwhelming sometimes.
To strive on a daily basis like this.
I look forward to the night,
The relief,
The respite, 
From the burden.
Am I a solution?
Or am I part of the problem?
Cyclical thoughts

Every waking day is a reset - the same dilemmas, the same considerations, the same conclusions.
How much progress is being made?

The intangible developments,
The kind you can’t see till years later,
Are the hardest to bear.
The lack of present evidence conveying a sense of being permanently stuck.
Knowing it’s not like that in truth,
But being unable to stop the torrent of doubt that rises up in the most fragile moments.

Striving every day in blood, sweat and tears,

Feeling used up like there’s nothing left to give,

But every day finding more, more, more.

Knowing tonight I will expire,

But rise again tomorrow,

By His grace.

First published: February 7th 2015