Background: I wrote this poem in a time of dire need working in a tire shop. I was being verbally abused on a daily basis by a narcissistic manager who was then replaced by another verbally abusive manager. This is an ode to my pain and hardship and God providing in spite of it all.
Knees tight and cramping Back stiff neck twisting Stress, so much stress All on my shoulders I carry it; it breaks me. How much longer…I bend Body weak, nothing will mend Heart stirring, head turning Heart murmur, will I fall over? I cannot bear it. My God, My Father I’ve broke, no more can I mope I’m nothing, Who am I? Dead man waiting on a miracle Where is my living hope? I will wait I will plead I have no other need Except You exceedingly Except Your presence Love me, please.
Ryan Bowser 