Early morning has just begun
The day began for me at 1
My gaze passing from place to place
The day already too long
Out of the dark silence
2 miles away a train horn blows
A cigarette places itself in my lap
Put it up but my gaze returns
The ashtray alluringly singled out
Sweet nicotine cries the receptors
A third of a cigarette becons
With no release, I break
I start to grieve stopping at anger
Anger can be fuel for motivation
Anger can lead to depression
What is resolve? Can it be found?
Will the Lord allow me to find it?
Will I trust in the Lord to do as He sees fit?
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