grinding

a car stuck on a snow covered ground

in danger of getting stuck,

my wheels bed down

between icy ruts, deny traction,

refuse to budge, I need

someone to push,

stop

spinning wheels from making

it worse

but it’s hard to ask for help

when you’re trying

hard to prove you can drive

a big truck

a poem about the need for a push when we get stuck, feel like we’re grinding our wheels, giving our all but going nowhere; often it’s impossible to see our way out without a little help from the Lord or a friend, someone who is FOR US and who will truly 100% rejoice in our MOVING FORWARD

this poem appears in my new book Roses in Winter

Published by Dayna E. Mazzuca

I write books and host retreats to bless the JOURNEY

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