Selectively touching heart-strings, pacifying inner turmoil left from yesterday’s years of abuse.
Whistling down darkened aisles, hoping to keep away frightening images, trying to attack me again.
Pushing away memories, allowing me to shake off and revive in a sandstorm of strife.
Painfully aware of pivoting into pools of suicide.
Never fitting or belonging anywhere, always alone, asolitary figure, I roam this earth through darkest nights.Finding at last a temporary hold through Hospice, wherein.We are companions of a sort for a short while as we teeteron edges of death, and then let go.So I guess if I were to belong somewhere on this earth, thisis…
Too soon will it be over as I gaze into a tunnel of bluened light, wanting to run faster, hoping to find family – gone before me – anticipating their love as I rush towards my next horizon.Energized and hopeful that life in heaven will be much more than I’ve ever dreamed of.
Making a big show of toiling away,collecting a paycheck for doing little ornothing for it.Expecting pay, and handouts, thinking theydeserve it, yet knowing in their heartsthat they’re complete failures from day one.
