Just pray for me will you please

I do not know how to post the things that are going on in and around my life right now.
If I were to speak ...would that edify?
All I can do is to hold onto who I am.
Optimism has always been my strong suit.
It is become a suit dusty and worn.

It is in these shadows I see the lights of your friendships and kindness glow brightly.
Yet I am of no words for the words held behind tongue bitten between teeth.
I can not let it struggle free.
Oh as tempting as may be...I will be better than that.
I have to lay it down lay down the rights that we might think we have.
But I am not my own and my own mind and words do not shine well this trial.

Those post of superfluous things are empty to me right now.
I am pained to my utter core. It has just been easier to pull away.
Pressed on several fronts.

I think that I may have been misunderstood and judged by my readers.

There is a movie of a poor woman who suffered...
Le Miserab ...not the perticular trial to be sure:)
but in it she said a line that rings to me...as the jailer arest her for a crime that was an abuse of power by another she said "I know I have done wrong but is it right for them to distroy my only dress?" pleading she begs for mercy from the jailor only to see contemp toward her and hatred...then comes the male lead that comands her justice!
With a tone and a voice of power he paid her debt. He takes her and cares for her and stands at death watch as her last ounce of strength leaves her...
Grieving that he had neglected due to distraction of duty.
It is then that his word to her is kept and he rescues her young one.
He defends the child to his utmost. When grown the child demands understanding through rebelion and the risk of her own harm and his.