I am encouraged not to be mad.
If I am not, then I am sad.
I am encouraged to simply understand
There is always a meaning behind our God’s plan.
I am encouraged to erase all my thoughts.
There’s been so many years that I’ve fought and I’ve fought.
People encourage me to refuse to set standards.
To voice a concern is seen as nothing but slander.
I remember happier times so long ago.
What happened and when? I’m afraid I don’t know.
“Don’t rock the boat,” the encouragers say.
Will that truly make everyone’s pain go away?
Sometimes we’re fragile. Other times we are strong.
No one is guilty. I’ve known that all along.
It’s hard considering all of the time that has past,
Each and every heartache should be our last.
I fear what is coming. I hate what’s behind.
You feel like running, but we’re running out of time.
It seems the smallest victims pay the greatest of costs
For all of the times their anchors seem lost.
Though I am not really certain what this mess is about,
If I am honest,
My encourager days
Simply ran out.
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