The Restoration Hours

My thoughts jumble
Together as I prepare
For an hour dedicated
Just for me.
Sifting through the
Fields of my mind
To recall events and feelings
That make up who I am.
Wanting to get it just right
For the hour passes quickly
As I try to figure out
How to cope and
Stay strong when all
I feel is the crumbling weight
Of the world on my shoulders.
Even though I pray for strength of
Mind, body, and soul
I often keep all this inside
Until it spills out of
Me unexpectedly, usually
In tears over something unrelated.
These hours restore me
Until the next time.

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