Post for 6/24/2014

The fear of not being enough of ‘x’,

Be it dad, husband, professor, or man,

Can leave me blinded in a hex,

Unable to follow God’s master plan.


There is always more I could have done,

Always more that could have been said.

Battles lost that could have been won,

More blood inside me that could have been bled,


A voice in the wilderness no one hears,

Trying to do right but instead do wrong,

This personifies all my fears,

My desire to show that I do belong.


But I recognize I am just one soul,

And to do my best needs be my goal.

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