The Dark Press

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Even when I’m laughing, I’m crying in some small part of me–

the part that sees the light, but feels the dark press over my shoulder.Close.

Sure steps are only as sure as this fragile moment,

for life is fractured, tenuous, and

those who forget are lost.

Even when I’m laughing, I’m crying

for redemption.

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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12 Responses to The Dark Press

  1. Vicki says:

    I can relate to what you have written.

  2. natalietrust says:

    Beautiful poem. I certainly can relate.

  3. I wish you more days filled with laughter.

  4. This made me cry…for you , for me, for everyone who feels the “press” (not every person can, the Lord gave some this gift…it has taken me years to see it as a gift, a double edged sword, a blessing and a curse)

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