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Jurnei my Trinity friends,
i am still angry.
but i am scraping off the scabs of anger.
and it is a daily thing.
so many scabs.  so many sores.  so many hurts.  and one mask.

i sit with thoughts of "where".
i stand in the midst of nowhere.
i kneel in hopes of everywhere.

my anger?  i am so close to doing things i no i shouldn't.  and i am far away from doing what i ought.

my terror?  visits me every second i breathe.

i try to gasp the drought of air.

Gain .... please let me rest tonight.

You Three, i thank You for what it will be like a million years from now.

help me to thank You for the now.

and help me to delete any negatives from my past.  they are scorched in me, though.

my scars just hide my horror.

my horror is lonely.

my lonely is ever.

my ever is unknown.

to where are You calling me?