Forlorn and angry, because I have no perception of anything anymore.Struggling with feelings of abandonment, I sit outside realms of reality and try to manage life without anyone in it.
Crying alone every night, lighting candles, as prayingfor forgiveness you are kept in an array of troubledthoughts, not able to be healed from the abandonmentput upon you by someone you used to know and love.A best friend no longer in your life, because she hasdecided that you are worthless and not worth beingknown anymore.
with learning, searching, imagination.A freedom of certain discernment, an elation of purityfrom my soul and interior life.Standing on edges, looking in, finding new and excitingdesert plains arising.Thought taking me on voyages throughout patterns, mazes, mosaics, allowing everything to be rearranged to suit myfancy and to be written down in poems on pages of eternity.
TW’s Blues Attitude Band sets me down on straightened paths of enlightenment, taking me to new heights of interior rhythms.A pleasant experience on a hot summer, Arizona afternoon.
Sliding boards braced tightly to the ground.Sun heating steel top rungs and part where kids go down.Sandboxes sifting silently to themselves – no children within to imagine they’re something else.Playgrounds are a happy, lonely place when as an adult you return to them.
Holding my hand, comforting my spirit, giving me hope in His tomorrows.