I feel rent. Can you relate?
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Rent

I push and pull, then heave struggle

To fight sans rest, oh toss this test

They sing and shout, so blind to doubt

I chafe then hide, can’t feign the pride

The shell in which I hide, conceals what is inside

The joy it seems presides, in me does not abide

It burns deeply within, a fight I want to end

I long for hope to win, can’t bear to fall again

Scripture tells me I’m blessed, heaven will follow death

What I desire is rest, I welcome what comes next

Unwilling to pre-empt, I’ll press ahead till spent

My faith in truth unbent, patient for my assent

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Feeling incapable? Unworthy? Tired of the fight? My book The Rage is about not being good enough.

Hang in there, I am. And be blessed!