Tough Love

It seems like

Every time I long and anticipate a break,

It is wrought with the opposite

of what I thought:

Wars weighing upon my heart,

Fires raging within,

And no thing to extinguish them.

I pray for it to be better

And it becomes worse;

Moreover, another prayer

Followed by a curse.

What is it that attacks my attitude?

Could I overlook these wrongs?

Is there something inside that

doesn’t belong?

I wake as myself

And by noon, meet who I’ve become.

Am I bringing this upon

Myself,

My spawn?

Do I expect too much?

Too little?

Only to then greet the related outcome?

Then I search the word for encouragement,

A word to uplift in the spiraling struggle

And what does the Spirit bring me to?!

But Corinthians 13,

Putting parenting in clear view.

Love is the answer;

Controlling will lead to demise.

Praying for love

Will keep hope alive;

Working in love

Will give my spirit rise.

And when I love,

With grace,

I will feel alive.