Psalm 13
a song of experience
Experience in the world has
Wounded and split
Any wholeness that I was
Parts of me are cared for
Parts are not
When I behave
Or when I don’t
I am fed and often
Comforted, even when
I don’t know how to ask
For this
There might be a price
But there are those who
Ask for nothing that
I know of
(Maybe later)
I have age and scars
Sometimes I don’t mind
But some wounds never
Heal, and pain can drive
Me away from everyone else
And you
clcouch123 
November 23, 2015 at 1:09 am
This is a heartfelt and painful psalm. I can feel it through your words. Not all pain heals, everybody has open wounds but we can’t let that stop us from living. Sometimes people and being around people can lift your mood. Sometimes putting your problems into God’s hands, and saying here take these, can leave you lighter inside, because you are not alone. I can tell often when I need to be around people, when I have isolated myself and been too busy doing other things.
November 24, 2015 at 3:06 pm
Your response here has depth and insight, and I am thankful. I have been pondering what you say. You’re right, of course, about isolation. It’s funny how writing can be a solitary act–must be, really–and yet a solitary life is not so good. Well, Thanksgiving is coming. And I’ll be with friends. I hope you’re having a good week, too. Thanks so much.