my armor feels so heavy- i need a seat-to put my feet up-and rest.

the dragon is within me- can’t protect or kill, or find who is the battle for

The chains that we carry- who are they for? who put them on? is this the test?

When will the gauntlet end- who will I be, and what does God desire more of.

For not just me but all of us-we are the world -we are the children- where is the good

Has it left, or have we lost our anchors

We are all boats


Wonderful poem. Indeed we are all boats floundering in the sea of uncertainties.