Soul Shaken

old wooden rural abandoned country cottage surrounded by bushes

My body hurts

My brain exhausted

My spirit sparks in spurts

My soul’s being accosted

I’ve prayed to God

I’ve slaved for pay

I’ve lost my facade

Now my demeanor stays

I can’t fake a smile

I can’t make the mortgage

It’s taken a while

But I can no more gauge

The depths of debt

The breadth of mess

My families upset

From traction we can’t amass

But how can we trek on track

when the electric bill spikes

When our pantry lacks

But the grocery bill hikes

I haven’t lost my faith

Though shaken to the core

But help can not wait

I can’t take much more.

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