A smiling request

       Sitting here striving to maintain sanity while I
weave an intricate floral design. Silently I hope
as wires and various rings fall down upon my feet.
Oh the silliness of the clatter, nothing pulls me from
the task at hand.

        Oh the eeriness of the crowded table, messy
floor throws me off guard. I sit here thinking over the
last few days. Such joy I have experience only to
feel it fall so rapidly.

        Why does that happen? Seemed to me that I
was so amazing, breathtakingly beautiful, radiant
just for a blink of an eye. Oh here I hope that the
wonders pop up soon and the mind signals the
happiness once more. One day, yes, at a time I hold
upon the hope that friends will be just friends.

         Still I do ponder on that just a little while longer.
Giving the concern to Jehovah, I place a hope that
my mind is eased out of this weird funk.

         Oh the daring me to play the sweet music
of joy once more. To be that sparkling blue eyed,
redheaded girl everyone knows me to be. For those
who know me to add the quirky parts again. To
hope, always. To be, sometimes. So here I ask of
you to help push this little sister back up. The
fleeing need to escape to cease, grabbing a definite
hold upon my arm, squeezing long enough to say
I can make it.

        Sounds like the plan that Jehovah needs to take
over. Whatever gets drained out will be replaced
with delightfulness. A moment of gold, a treasured
memory made.

          Are you hearing me?

        So dare me to be bold. Help the shine become
radiant once more. Press the smile back upon my
high freckled cheekbones. Make the goofy dancer
appear once more.

        Can I ask that of friends, of family?

       For them to take upon themselves a task of
supporting me.  Looking forward to seeing a
grand laughter pulled from my spirit.

             Are you willing to help?