Weary days

In this inconvenient place,
Mean and unseemly pace
Where I stay
from day to day
It’s the new way

For me to exist now,
Trying hard to see how

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God’s using this time
Having me intertwined

With the coldness of it all
this part of my call
Is like a wall

I’ve run into
And then you’ve

Made it hard
This new start
As a part

Of my refining,
The process confining
As you’re rewinding

My life,
It’s not nice
Which is why

I grow weary

dorothy’s page © 2019 D. E. Young

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