Ch. 462 - A Battle

I am, all of a sudden, incredibly weary.
I feel very angry.
Upset.
Saddened.
Exhausted.

I want to cry.
I want to scream.
I want to hit or kick something.

I can't.

I feel like a caged bird.
But I'm not about to sing anyway.
I don't care if Maya Angelou does know why the caged bird sings.

I can't.

I feel like a small child.
I can't leave.
I can't do this.
I can't do that.
I'm afraid to even ask.

I can't.
I just can't.

I am just so frustrated.

Lord God.
Please.


'Hear my prayer, O Lord,
let my cry for help come to you.
Do not hide your face from me
when I am in distress.
Turn your ear to me;
when I call, answer me quickly.'
[Psalm 102:1-2]