Comfortless

Sometimes

It seems as if

I’m on a journeyed walkabout,

Only meant to enjoy the earth

And the beauty of its natural flow.

And sometimes

The ebb catches me breathless,

 Doubles me over in suffering,

Until I really don’t know

Anymore,

And all of the philosophies fail me,

All the trite sayings of friends,

And well-intentioned theologian wanna-bees

Go sailing right out the windows of my soul

With my tears,

And my purpose,

And I am left comfortless

Again.

-jenn long