You look like a captive,
a kidnapped woman
with a black cloth
tied, covering your eyes.
You look scared.
I can see your mouth,
your face turned away
trying to hide
from what you cannot see.
You look hopeless.
But I know your pattern.
I know this cycle
you go through-
phases of light
shining off your face.
Various degrees of the
world’s ability
to blind you.
You look afraid.
A quarter of your glow shines
under your cheeks.
The sun will not give up
this day among weeks.
You look relentless.
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Hey, I'm Sheila, glad you're here.
A little about me: I'm a 40-something woman, wife, mom, RN, soap maker and wannabe suburban homesteader. I think better when I write. I've kept a journal since I was 9 and started blogging 10 years ago. I'm introverted, but I love people. I'm curious but shy. I'm contemplative and easily distracted. I feel deeply and know numbness. I want to make things right and I'm learning to let go. I wax poetic sometimes and often don't know what to say. It's complicated. It boggles me that I am Christ's and he is mine. I gaze into the heavens and the Heaven-Maker's words, remember the hard things, fight depression, and long for home and King. I'm sojourning.
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