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Shady Disposition
by
Beth Adair
I am in a dirt hole
The more I scramble to get out
The deeper I fall in
I am so desperately hurting
I despise my position
Standing in a shady spot
Staring out at your sunny happiness
Will I ever be let in?
I know it is a one way door
My heavy tears are turning this dirt into mud
I am a mess, dirty, tired, hungry for your love, your care, your acceptance
Please let me in
I cannot suffer out here forever
As I slowly wither away
Will you at least utter my name while bowing your head
Pray for me as I begin my descent
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