Duct Tape, Jesus, and Dark Comedy

It’s my first Mother’s Day with no one to call

Just a prayer through tears and a half-hearted scroll

I’ve journaled till the ink ran out of grace

And laughed at things I probably shouldn’t say

Grief shows up when I’m doing just fine

In drive-up lanes and grocery lines

So I post a meme, then break down slow

Because the pain needs somewhere to go

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Some heal with therapy, some with wine

I’ve got duct tape, Jesus, and dark comedy lines

It’s not pretty, it’s not neat

But it’s kept me on my feet

So if you’re barely holding on like me —

That’s still holding, honestly

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I’ve said “I’m fine” when I meant “I’m wrecked”

Used sarcasm like a safety net

I’ve hurt the ones I tried to love

While calling it “just how I’m wired up”

But now I’m staying through the crash

Letting God sit with all my past

Still posting jokes, still speaking truth

Still healing with a laugh or two

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Some heal with therapy, some with wine

I’ve got duct tape, Jesus, and dark comedy lines

It’s not pretty, it’s not neat

But it’s kept me on my feet

So if you’re barely holding on like me —

That’s still holding, honestly

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You can laugh and still believe

You can cry and not be weak

This isn’t denial — it’s staying alive

With humor, hurt, and holy side by side

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Some heal with therapy, some with wine

I’ve got duct tape, Jesus, and dark comedy lines

It’s not perfect, it’s not clean

But it’s the realest thing I’ve seen

So if you’re barely holding on like me —

That’s still faith, honestly

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Still duct-taped, still praying,

Still laughing through the ache —

And still here.