Not The Way We Want It
i put a mark
in this place where i rest
i am so tired
i do not need food
or water
all i need is
a prayer
something that i have
forgotten for all those years
a prayer.
a surrender.
away from plans.
and schemes, and strategies.
letting go, letting things come that way they should be.
not the way i want it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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