I can feel myself
beggining to fall back.
Conscious of it.
Wary of what it is.
My willpower wallows;
My motivation
Is gradually ebbing away,
Like flyaway grains of sand in an egg timer.
I want to stop myself; break the glass.
Before it's too late.
Before fearsome thoughts
Become unretractable actions.
Before I permanently imprint the errors of my lacking resolve on my life.
Dear God, help me prevail.
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