(God’s ? Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret about the need to connect with others and myself)

If you search me and test me, you will know

that I cannot sit still; paralysis.

If you find me and untest me, please go

tell of what you’ve seen with blemished iris.

My awakenings are awful, best days.

When out, I witness others surface dive.

“I’m fine. I’m okay. I got this! MY WAYS!”

While I’m, “You see, I feel….am I alive?”

I’m pushing “half measures” in prayers and praise.

I pull all near, then I empty our cup.

If you got, “I’m good,” and me, hurt ablaze,

“Houston, we have a problem!” God Back-Up!

I don’t mean to be someone so silent.

It’s just right now, I’m being self-violent.

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