A need of a viewing

          The need to get out is overwhelming.
Apartment is stuffy and people around me are silent.
Perhaps the jaunt into an early drive to work may
eliminate the itch to scream

         Such need for a voice yet silence is what I
must become. Privately viewing life from a glass. Now
more and more the soul begs to be outside again.

         Ah the cooling of the breeze just lightens the
path a bit more. Holding higher the hope of all
possibilities.

        Still unsure of how all may unfold, I lean upon
Jehovah for guidance. Staying close to his words
and steering clear of all that may tempt.

        Clearly I have separated a moment of a pattern.
Pulling the strands to a single knotted tag. Alas
I do not ask where I pushed nor beg, demand an
answer. Jehovah carries me.

       Ah alas the tears have to go away. No need of
a splotchy pink face and red upturned, button nose.
No sniffles wanted nor the desire to explain what
may have caused such an outburst.

       I just have to let go. I cannot control people any
more than I can control Jehovah. So the hope that
my prayer is heard, as though more and more in the
day it becomes detailed. Fine linings of what is
heavily weighing me.

       Alas I must just shrug my shoulders and carry
on. One day the answer will be there, perhaps today.
Yet I don't demand anything.

      Kindness pressed where I was rude. Perhaps
friendships can be pressed thin and I can pull where
I didn't know. Alas it will be opened when ready.

     Still the need to be out where love surrounds me
is a must. The slowness of motions and breezes that
uplift. I hope high but realistically adjust.

      Sniffles echo in the room. Music blares inside
my ears. Steps in motion for work preparation fall
upon my feet. Layers accessed and noted. One by
one the shine of beauty pulls the empty layers
from smothering.

    Emerges is the child Jehovah found. If you see
her smile for I am certain it is needed.