To Janie

I have been in the deepest of dark places,
I have committed the most vile of sins that I told my Jesus
I would never do to Him,
I have been in dark alleys
when the icy cold wind of loneliness
nearly made me shiver off my skin...

but He was always there.

At the next corner/
ready//
with a warm winter coat/
ready to take me in it/
under his arm,
And take me back//
home.

K?

Chin up, jazz-cat-baby-girl Janie!

You're alright.
You're alright.