once consumed me,
a looming
dark mountain
of imperfection
stared at
me
like a
creepy old
painting
with sharp
eyes
of
judgement
and I was
wrecked
like a boy
staring
at the
aftermath
of a tornado
not knowing
where to
start
the
restoration
and then
the voice
of my God
told me,
"One thing at
a time; You did not
land here overnight."
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