hands shake,

voice trembles,

feet stumble.

"God, grant me the serenity..."

the road,

the trees,

the books in my hands

all blur into messes.

"God, grant me the serenity..."

voice cracks,

birds chirp,

cars scream on the highway,

"God, grant me the serenity..."

flashes of the past;

a word,

a call,

a finger pointed.

"God, grant me the serenity..."

literature taken,

body detached,

emotions crying,

"God, grant me the serenity...

to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I can,

and the wisdom to know the difference,"

because I can't handle this.