Must I...

Bring back from slivers of past mistakes
hook them up and strap them onto
another pack I've picked up on the way.

It's been another round without much to ask
for in return.
I've given more than I'd opt to chew
It's beginning to feel less than stifled
I'm brokering a new deal for the rewind
button to stick
No more reruns
Now begins a season of sparse
reality
Reeling nothing in
Casting out hopes and dreams
Hoping for almost contentment
It's all I want, really.

More than much
I've given and I've brought
my grievances are at Your feet
I'm carrying a load that was never
meant to be so heavy
It's time to let go, You say
I am trying
it comes with breathing.

What are these bumps
and potholes
that don't come with the map
You've given me to go by?
Trust, you say...
Yeah... I will have faith
fondue style
stick in something more
than a product of my imagination.
I'm creating a life I don't know how to lead
and it's because You are bringing
me Home.
Finally.
Thank you.