Phyllis Strong - That Thing

Being unemployed, I try to find a job, just any job;
but my mind keeps going back to that thing.
The thing that's really on my heart to do.

When I lie down to go to sleep
I try to clear my mind and not think;
but my mind keep thinking about that thing,
the thing that I'm passionate about.

I said, 'I'm not going to write anymore; '
because I keep making errors, not getting it just perfect.
But the words keep coming to my mind,
and I have to transfer them onto paper.

When I think, 'I'll just live a mediocre life,
just exist from day-to-day.'
That thing deep down inside of me,
keep rising up saying;
God made you to be more than this.

I keep telling that thing;
I have a lot to do that keeps me busy;
The washing, ironing, cooking, cleaning,
helping with homework, volunteer work…
But I can't stop thinking about that thing.

The strong; thrive, always survive, conquerors and wins.
I wonder which one will win?
The existing flesh side of me,
or that thing?

Phyllis Strong

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