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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: At Witís End (02/13/14)

TITLE: Not My Home
By Linda Gage
02/17/14


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At witís end, I wring my hands till they ache.
At witís end, secretly I stuff down cookies, candy and cake.

At witís end, I step on the gas without a care.
At witís end, one night canít be considered an affair.

At witís end I pace, leaving deep grooves in the floor.
At witís end, from my lips the curse words pour.

At witís end, my mind races a mile-per-minute.
At witís end, shopping store-to-store, I yell, ďcharge it.Ē

At witís end my fists shake searching for something to crush.
At witís end, over drinking hardly makes me a lush.

At witís end, daily, I smile and say ďIím fine;Ē
At witís end, ulcers and migraines will surface in time.

At witís end I smoke like a dammed chimney;
At witís end, cigarettes or pot; either suits me.

At witís end I crawl in a corner desperate to hide;
At witís end, to my feelings Iím bound and tied.

At witís end I plunge in the needle and cry;
At witís end, why wonít anything satisfy?

At witís end I only see trouble and strife;
At witís end, thereís no meaning to life!

At witís end I peer over the murky edge;
At witís end, any second, Iíll leap from this ledge.

Why did I arrive at witís end?
How can I survive at witís end?

At witís end, lifeís problems overwhelm me.
Thanks be to God; He gives me a new destiny.

At witís end, anger, eating, shopping, smoking seems the only way.
Thanks be to God; Instead to Jesus I can pray.

Thanks be to God for His incredible gift.
Thanks be to God for saving me from this emotional pit!

Thanks be to God; Jesus gives my life purpose and hope;
Thanks be to God; He provides a new way to cope.

Thanks be to God; Heís in control when my emotions roam;
Thanks be to God, witís end is not my home!


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Brenda Rice 02/20/14
Thanks for sharing your poem that describes so many wit's end situations.
Toni Hammer 02/20/14
Amen. Great stuff. I'm sure everyone can relate to one or two, if not more, of the stanzas.
CD (Camille) Swanson 02/24/14
Powerful and inspiring.

God bless~
Cynthia G. Peoples 02/25/14
Loved it! Good job