Creative swirls

  Parchment scratches my
wrist as I push back the pages.

   The pen creases a black line
on blank space.

    Crawl between spaces I crave
a love. A dream. Hopes.

   Strength I push forward. Leaping
not scared to fall. If I do just
get up.

   Creative swirls motion art
above. Hear my smile. See my
laughter roar.

    Singing a song off tune.
Knowing I am okay. Slowly time
heals me.

   To Jehovah's specifications. My
trials I am assured he protects me.

   Once a thought of you only hope
reaks deeps. Sordid are the details but
  answers will be said.

   Jehovah knows my questions.
     You hold the answers. Time
    echoes when alright.

         Buh bye now dearie.