A Thousand Shrugs’

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God can not hear me because I drown him out with drugs

God is angry because I haven’t obeyed him

Shrugs
I can’t hear my own thoughts because I drowned them out too

Penny for your thought
Tryna’ find something to heal me
Sooth

There’s a whole where they rolled the rock on Jesus
Yet I’m still locked in past day three

Aliens, terrestrial villains
Taken
50 lashes
Invading me

Embryo

The sun

Nowhere to turn
Red light, green light
Go
No
Stop
Run

Heavy loads take camp on my ground
Manipulating Silence
Found
Too lost
Bound

Where once held a thousand hugs
Left me bruised
With a cramped belly
And a thousand shrugs

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  1. You write strong and fierce. I have been drowning out thoughts and voices for years. The last several months I finally got some peace when I started praying and talking to Jesus at night when I could not sleep. Believing, knowing that he wants all of us, not changing his mind when he sees how I have acted. That’s the part I found soothing, that even with all the things I have done, he was listening, and holding me.

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