Glimmer of light

     Trickling down through my soul are the memories,
the feelings. Oh how staying silent is a easy way out.
Escaping, I will, into the wind very shortly. Heading
towards work.

     Here I am holding tightly to my breath of fresh air.
Mine. I give thanks to Jehovah for waking me up one
more time. I am ever happy to breathe. Even though
the inhales are shaky and the exhales are garbled all
is still a day worth noticing.

    Playing words upon words I open each to a spot
on a line. A granted place of favor from mind to
parchement. Lightly displayed in red, black or blue
ink. Scrolling upon a memory or two.

    My heart closed inside a welded, cottony cage. A
mind that so clear of all the thoughts raging through.
Yes my emotions are available but I don't push them
open except for the gentlest smile of joy.

   Still there is hope of sunlight among a rainy
downpour. A gray cloudy day to pull apart in small
slivers, peeking out is a ray of sunshine. Ever so
quietly shining the hardest glimmer of light.

    More and more I gather strength to hold tightly a
need of sparkling olives. For me to smirk as the day
progresses into a simple evening. Clearing, cleaning
the steel that I have built around the cotton cage.

    Not wanting to have an escape on my conscience.
I cling to what I know is true. Jehovah hears me. All
my thoughts that crush me still I stand tall because of
him.

    So now I lean against the cold wall glancing out the
window through curtains and blinds. Still I take note
of the moisture that pulls at my eyes. The earth
absorbing the necessary nutrients as I do too.

    Hoping that somewhere, someone is thinking of me
on a dreary day such as this. A hope I put into a
prayer. Saying names of those deep in my thoughts.
Carefully putting less emphasis on myself.

     Standing I prepare for the jaunt of small glimpses
of joy in the most unusual places.

     My dear friend are you with me on that ~ sending
joy to others in the most unusual ways? (Not asking
for me)

      Say yes. Say that you do hope for me, for yourself,
for everyone. Say that somewhere, on some days you
do think of me.

     Oh let my words stop fumbling, tumbling down
so I may enter day in reds, khakis and smiles that
are radianting from the warmth I hold deep within my
spirit.

    So dearest one smile now for me.