I can’t…


You must,

Says Father to Our God.

I take that.  It is mine.  Those are my words now. 

I use them all the time.

I can’t

Pretend anymore.

With you,

I don’t know the answers.

I can’t

Want it for you –

A life, YOUR life, YOUR salvation,

I can’t.

I can’t stand here, sit here,

Weak, crying,

Weak from crying,

Wanting your life to be better.

This is YOUR story.

You must ask,

You must pray,

You must say YOU CAN’T


There is no other way.


Take your empty promises,

Listen to your half-hearted plans,

Watch you careen down the road


Like we owe you something.

We don’t. 


Listen to your phone go to voicemail;

See my texts go unanswered,

Feel my heart beat faster,

Bargain with my Lord God,

Pay your dues,

Clean your mess,

Convince you of your salvation. 

I won’t

Look at orange spray painted lines

On roads anymore

That outline a person’s last breath


Think of you


Not anymore.

About southernrunningmom

Contact me like this: Via FaceBook - Mary Broussard, Certified Health Coach (feel free to private message me) or e-mail me - southernholistichealth@gmail.com. I am also on Twitter - MaryBob143. Instagram - Southern Running Mom...peace out. I keep my original profile details up because...well, that was my truth back then. Today, I'm much different. And busy. So, I'll update the About Me section very soon. Meanwhile, my tags would be: recovery, AA, 12 Steps, honesty, abuse, recognizing narcissism. Any who, thanks for reading this far. Mom with great husband & family...I totally love running, cooking, gardening...

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