This heart beating in chest, search for true rest. Life, test through stress. Get this out of my head. I don't need it, cost too much. It cost too much to act like I don't care. Hands shake, tears fall. Even still I saw a way to brighter days. Pray and take time to thank Him. For the sky, your mind this very moment. Let yourself be open, no opinion can change the gift within. Let this new chapter began with all the strength acquired through these years. It's fitting to write these lines, push past the mindset of "I guess". Alright, let's not pretend. Dissociation isn't progress. Think fast and ask the dire questions, because heaven knows it's desperation. Seek a savior who is worthy. Seems like home, is anyone even there? Years fly by, hair grows back. Do people really change? Other than reflection, speaking soul meaning, core of being change. Wait for the day. Hear a name and it illuminates every corner, puts the picture in frame. Fear has a box, trapped foxhole. Work to reach every goal, fighting darkness daily withing many minds. Beware of the hidden danger, don't step on a landmine. See label "fragile", press on check the sundial.
The man behind the mask trips down stairways and laughs. He sinks deep into the seat and holds freedom like a trophy. Speaks of gravity as religion, the only constant. Internal shift, soup kitchen, a whole world away. I don't want to say I'm crazy, does that make me? Slide to the side ego and pride. See the reality of how it is, please at least try. A divided mind won't make much progress. Began to express the conflict and commit to the steps. All this time working against what He started. In order to submit to the process, the mask must hit the floor. I need to open the door because he's knocking. Do you hear it too?
Position body in chair. Where is rest for a soul? Physical loneliness can be an easy fix. What comes next, eternal connection? Do you believe in God? God I believe, help my unbelief. What are you trusting for security? In this world of uncertainty should I put hope in self? Am I the greatest thing, or is there something higher? This is my prayer: with childlike faith, I come to you, God I could easily justify all the evidence away. But faith I do have that it has been you working the change in me. So I won't trust the sweetest frame only you can finish this work.
What I have is all I need. Whether two or three, shirts, pants, food items to eat. What defines the quality of life? Is it state of mind? Ratio of merchandise desired to what has been obtained? How may it be the quality of me? That when I die all things are left behind. What I have is all I need. Make much of it and see that when you leave this earth, left behind is not just stuff. But changed lives and a legacy of love.
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PoetryA single soul journeying through existence. Do you like questions more than answers? Poetry is how I process life. This book is a collection of poems over the last six years. So here's a window into my soul, and don't be afraid if you find somethin...
