Monday, April 25, 2011


I get to the end of my day all empty
and tired and lonely and I look 
to my husband to heal me 
and forget he's not Jesus. 
I turn away unfilled then spin around, 
words flailing like chain saw digging 
into his heart, shredding respect. 
I walk away with new pain, 
for we are one-flesh and I 
have just wounded myself.

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