Turning away from others – closing my heart – no longer allowing anyone to come close – no longer trusting anyone with my friendship.
Inside, becoming a solo journey onto myself.
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Wondering if I matter at all in this sorry world.
Does anyone realize that I am only a shell sitting here in front of them?That there’s nothing left of me inside of what you visually see?Totally drained, no longer caring, wishing only for death.There is no one who can see beneath my eyelids, no way to tell that I have already departed from this horrid…
Seeing flowers brought by family and
and turning brown – dying on their stems.Much the way I feel within as I try dailyto get better.
Flinging off robes of evening, dressing and going to church on a hazy Sunday morning.
Walking quietly down the aisle towards the altar, seeing my Lord standing there before me, giving me a sign of future answers being given.
Squares of intellect, many sizes and shapes, harping on corners of themselves, awaiting wisdom’s decisions for areas of their spanning diameters.
Lanes spreading out into country roads, traipsing down dirt-filled ditches, wandering altogether aimlessly without any care or worries about what they’ll find at the ends of their journeys.Escaping jungles of entanglement, crossing fjords with tidal waves acting like a tsunami, covering everything in it’s path.Sending signs of weather-beaten eras out onto island’s sand bars, gathering…
From out of nowhere comes the sound of silence, filling the air with it’s solitude.
There’s no untoward faithfulness pacing down corridors to prey upon timid souls.Only the sound of silence enters as a ghost and disappears with the setting of the noon day sun.
Consciously taking in every note as it is played to my heart’s content.
Frequently being played up and down scales of musical etudes and expounded in words.