I don’t like to repeat
I don’t like taking the scenic route.
I prefer getting from point to ew point in the most efficient way I can.
However, I find myself in the desert right now.
Sand blowing into my eyes,
Throat scratchy and dry,
My skin breaking in the constant sun.
I’ve been here longer than I care to admit.
I’ve fallen for so many mirages that leave me rubbed raw.
I’ve started to wonder if I’ll ever leave the Desert of Humility.
Is the promise of milk and honey another mirage I’m clinging to?
Does such a place even exist?
All I see around me is sand
Hills and valleys of sand
Each day is a repetition of the day before.
Sun, Sand, Sorrow
I’ve added some days to my stay here
By not learning my lesson…or choosing not to learn
Some days the sane dunes are more comfortable than the steps it takes to leave this place.
Some days I’m just too tired to try.
I know this desert is real.
I feel the exfoliation and irritation the sand brings day after day.
Let me stay uncomfortable and continue to use You as my guide to the Promised Land.