Okay, Listen, I've been angry today,
I'm sick of every door slamming in my face.
I'm tired of my brain being in such disarray.
I'm ready for one thing to fall in to place.
You said to be honest, here is my cry.
I'm tired of this mediocre lifestyle.
I want to spread my wings and fly.
I want to live a life worthwhile.
This asking and waiting has gone on too long.
I don't want to rest anymore.
If I wait I am lazy, if I move I am wrong.
I feel like a prisoner of war.
I'm ready to move please pave the way.
I want to feel alive.
I can't wait one more day,
To journey the plans that you contrive!
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sinking
She stands silently staring intently into the reflection of her soul. She studies it's every feature. There's a flicker of light in her eyes. A flame so dim that could cast but only a shadow. She feels trapped. Her mind races, begging to escape. The prison is all too familiar. She's been there before.
The picture held before her is merely a film of memory. Time she will never get back. Time that has slipped past to be captured frozen in front of her. She touches it if only to get through to the other side. If only to transport to another realm.
She screams.
"God help!"
But only echoes remain.
The image before her burns to an ash in the palm of her hand. Tears begin to bellow from within her heart. She looks around frantically as if to find an exit, but no doors remain; no windows; no life. Darkness caves in like an avalanche and envelopes her like water.
She's sinking.
She's drowning.
Her lungs pulsate for air. They ache like a bleeding sore. Her prayers begin to take form of a bubble that rocket away from her. She reaches to catch them. She tries to hold on to the life that slowly starts to surface. She wants to reach the top. She wants to breathe.
The flickering flame begins to ignite from beneath her. She scrambles around to try to swim to the bottom. She needs the light. She can't see.
Her lungs scream for air. Her eyes cry for light. Her soul begs for answered prayers. She can but only travel in one direction, in which none hold life without the other.
She clenches her fists in one last attempt to reengage. All her strength begins to dissipate. Slowly everything turns white. All is silent. All is still.
Her heart...it beats. She hears the faint drum. That rhythm was all that she needed to persevere. The instrument that God plays within her body.
And she begins to float to the pace of the beat of God's time.
The picture held before her is merely a film of memory. Time she will never get back. Time that has slipped past to be captured frozen in front of her. She touches it if only to get through to the other side. If only to transport to another realm.
She screams.
"God help!"
But only echoes remain.
The image before her burns to an ash in the palm of her hand. Tears begin to bellow from within her heart. She looks around frantically as if to find an exit, but no doors remain; no windows; no life. Darkness caves in like an avalanche and envelopes her like water.
She's sinking.
She's drowning.
Her lungs pulsate for air. They ache like a bleeding sore. Her prayers begin to take form of a bubble that rocket away from her. She reaches to catch them. She tries to hold on to the life that slowly starts to surface. She wants to reach the top. She wants to breathe.
The flickering flame begins to ignite from beneath her. She scrambles around to try to swim to the bottom. She needs the light. She can't see.
Her lungs scream for air. Her eyes cry for light. Her soul begs for answered prayers. She can but only travel in one direction, in which none hold life without the other.
She clenches her fists in one last attempt to reengage. All her strength begins to dissipate. Slowly everything turns white. All is silent. All is still.
Her heart...it beats. She hears the faint drum. That rhythm was all that she needed to persevere. The instrument that God plays within her body.
And she begins to float to the pace of the beat of God's time.
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