After Psalm 6
My bed bobs in the sea,
a sea of tears, my own,
flooding me, threatening
to drown me as I sink
in my groaning, as I drench
myself in tears, my own,
the tears of knowledge, my own,
the tears of brokenness, my own,
the tears of recognition, my own,
the tears of sorrow, my own,
as foes surround me,
foes including my own heart,
the tears flowing from sorrow,
the sorrow that brings weakness,
the weakness flowing from my eyes.
In my weakness am I found.
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