I am nothing, right?

After Psalm 73:1-16

I am nothing, Lost in a fog,

a fog of my own creation,

I see no way forward.

I consider how I struggle

as I strive to obey, and I see

those who don’t strive at all

flourish as they laugh and

scoff, ridicule and grind down.

They flourish while I struggle;

it would be easier not to struggle

at all. All that I do, all that

I believe, seems shallow and

vain, as I sink deeper in the much.

This hurts.

Photograph by Lucille Borderioux via Unsplash. Used with permission.