This battle is too great for me.
Let me be washed
in rising tide
that comes to me
here where I lie,
that cleanses me
without my doing anything,
that gives me back my reason why.

This battle is too great for me.
Let me be bathed in warming sun
that never rations its rays,
but floods out the sorrow and failure
with clean washed, clear eyed day.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 16, 2017