Being able to deal with it’s feelings expressly in words written to expose all hidden aspects of whatever happens to be stepping out into the light of day – finally.
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Looking out of windows – watching nature flow by,
Standing on the brink of eternity, hoping to staya little longer to watch nature play.Still – silent – quietly watching everything –knowing soon, I’d no longer be able to watch orparticipate in any way.Longing already for a little more time –finding there is none and I am led away.Walking away from the windows, turning my…
Sleeping in trends of fantastic dreams, touching my
written words and literature.Locating words and definitions of unsolicited meanings, traipsing through valleys of undisclosed death, neverin a hurry to get through them, wanting to seeeverything displayed in a memory of sense and beauty.
Blessings coming from heaven,
benefiting intellectual wisdom when Ineed its inspiration.Insipidly taking notice, even when asleep,feeling tired and contributing consecutivelyto ways of exploratory and momentary stoppingin mid-air.
Tucked neatly and safely into a corner of inner space,
of thought and wakeful ideas.Fried to a cinder inside, so fragile, unable to be touchedor held, afraid I will disintegrate into nothingness.Held by no earthly or personal boundaries, I travel and bumpinto limits set by narrow-minded people, causing me to recoilfrom their cold, calculating touch.Preferring warmth of limitless horizons at my fingertips,allowing inner knowledge, wisdom…
Fighting to resume my life, with every ounce of stubborness within me.
Walking upright, mind being held by a deepened faith, delving constantly into musical interludes, developing poetry.Always wanting to be there so I can live in the hope of promises made by our Lord before I was born.
Solitary linings softening blows of life, surrounded by other people, trying to hurt and maim you.
You’ll be old before your time and have absolutely nothing to show for it.