Out Of Alignment, Near A Town Called Grace

He drinks to numb the pain

Pops pills to fulfill the lustful desire

Blinded by the illusion of happiness in material and superficial things that he doesn’t see himself

An empty vessel longing to be filled, yet looking in all the wrong places

She cries in her room alone

Longing for the touch that will ease the pressure instead of causing more

Looked at for her presence and never considered for intelligence

Searching through the crowds for someone to fill those needs, get looking in all the wrong places

Will they ever align in Grace at the same time?

Published by kmwilkerson

I am single mother of a 15 year old special needs son. I turned away from the corporate world that was supporting us to be home more with my son and manage my own physical illnesses that crept up on us. Two years ago I decided to take up writing (which was something I loved doing as the younger me) and I just published my first book, with many more in the making. I strive to leave a legacy for my son that could assist in his unknown future once I am gone.

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