Stress Overload
I often wonder if I have what it takes;
feeling stress boiling inside;
I feel I have lost, in life’s sweepstakes;
as though a part of me died.
I seem to tire more easily every day;
daunted by the task, I face;
my purpose in life; is fading away;
my failures shout disgrace.
I have been given a gift from the Master;
beyond all I am able to conceive;
part of that gift was a life of disaster;
to enable a fool, like me, to believe.
It seems I was given a panoply of thought;
a lifetime of thoughts to share;
giving me a glimpse of the love God wrought;
an understanding of how much he cares.
To share God’s love; he allowed me to feel;
the stress and sorrows; others had stowed;
the passions of others; within me; surreal;
causing me a stress overload.
Sometimes, it feels as though I’m within;
feelings and passions of brothers;
no longer on the ourside; looking in;
embodying the energies of others.
A talent was given me; one with a purpose;
an ability to write; a gift, God bestowed;
like a volcano; it was destined to surface;
with all success, comes a stress overload.
Monty 7/19/24. # 2,226