Maybe I am not enough, maybe I am not tough,
Or maybe I am not meant for Thee.
Or maybe not- anxious I am,
Anane, I’m just hurting deep inside.
I stared at the phone with heart shaped eyes.
Suddenly, Thy ‘word’ left a crack inside me, “Deplorable,”
She said, tears of anguish filled my quadrant chambers.
No need for meds wasn’t meant for it,
Hope no more…
Wonderful Thee, Adorable Thee