Forging forward, pushing aside all creeping tears at bay, finding extra pleasure in everyday situations, made better by melodies playing to my senses.
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Sunshades of maturity sliding
Fabricating hymns of happiness on joyless daysat home alone in a fog.Focusing primarily on memories of yesterday’sfrequencies, not able to handle too much at anyone time, or tears will steal out from undersunshades of maturity.
Waiting expectantly for answers to appear in writing, not knowing if I can delve deeply enough to figure out solutions to take away sorrow existing always within me.
Tearing my heart in many directions, splitting my mind in excruciating shards of glassy memories, poking and cutting me incisively day and night.Even when alone in dreams of sorrowful existence.
Rocks lying, looking pretty.
Tumbling down over each other – off a mountain, landing in a heap.Along every natural path a rock will find it’s way into a little child’s pocket, looked at on another day and put down somewere else.Pockets transporting rocks to all corners of the world.
Lolling around a DES office, waiting, people watching, noticing discrepancies all about me.
Major illnesses spread around, taking turns waiting in line, hours on end.Bridging spans of time, everyone waiting to get a pittance of help with food and medical care.Is it even worth it to just exist on the edge?
Tenderly gracing life with blessings from above,
all matters.Taking heart-felt motives and placing trust withinwhere God resides, waiting for us to come to Him.