Odd zones

      Definitely that of odd zones. Places of uncomfort.
People I haven't seen in years. So many people that
explain to me I have no right being there.

      Softly I pray. Hoping Jehovah helps me. Pushing
me where a nudge is needed. So quietly I sigh.

      Listening to voices that make butterflies and
sickness occur. Oh how the noises just echo inside me.

     Silliness comes from across the way and more
out of place I feel. Jehovah pushes me back up.
Supporting me and placing me in silent observation
of all.

      Still to hear a voice of anyone familiar would
calm this soul. Still it has to be Jehovah, his words.
a friend who I know supports me throughout all my
trials, unconditionally.

   Dear friend a laugh, a piece of sunshine piercing
my cloudy blues. Oh anything would press a smile
upon my face.

   Calmly I wait for company to enter. Stationary I am
to be firm. Still nerves pull and I scream in my head
for Jehovah's help. Every step begging.

   So please help draw this stench of powdery living
from my person and entertain the sunshine inside
my spirit. Gently I beg.

   Would you, could you help bring a smile to a
stern face?