💧 Psalm 6: I Am Worn Thin With Groaning

(retransmitted by Virgin Monk Boy after crying into his tea and realizing the cup was still full)

Psalms For The Unraveling

1
Do not scold me, O Presence
Not in the heat of shame
Not in the voice I inherited from people who did not know how to love

2
Have mercy
Not because I earned it
But because I am tired

My bones feel like paper
My breath is shallow
My heart is a room with no windows

3
How long must I keep pretending I am fine?
How long before the ache turns into release?

4
Turn toward me
Not because I got the words right
But because I am yours

Save me
Not from punishment
But from numbness

Let me feel again
even if it breaks me