After all the thankfulness -

  gratitude galore (I thought) -

  even now, doubt creeps in...

  or, my favorite, struts.

  It's not my friend.

  This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

  I'll act like

  it, but

  no.

  Longing isn't easy to carry,

  no matter how much you practice.

  Easier to let it turn,

  like an overripe fruit,

  into discontent.

  Sure, hate your life.

  It reeks more

  for that.

  Gross.

  Longing really hurts,

  but way less than

  pretending

  to love

  less.

  Only one way to keep things good,

  and that's to give it to God.

  Dunno how He does it,

  but I'm glad He does.

  So contentment

  feels like pain

  sometimes.

  Fair.