Days to work

          Smallest of tears come sitting at the corners of
almond shaped baby blues. To recall steps I have made,
experienced to get this far.

          Yes I have family, yes I am loved but why such
slow motions? Why the clouded thoughts of lost? Ah yes
the uncertainties breaking way. Trying to open an old
wound just to see if I fall.

         No. Just so unclear about who I want to be passed
all that Jehovah wants me to be. Why is there that gap?

        Silently I pray and hope the hole closes and the
understanding of who I am to be is there. Oh yes I know
with Jehovah I am strong. Still though the little pieces
of association just burns.

      Invitations I give to those only to watch one by
one the dominos fall and no becomes stamped across
the pages.

      Just step back. Step back and wait. Odd as I am,
maybe some don't understand me. Ah still I hope.

      Today just started off in twists and turns. Slight
tightness to draw out conclusions that were not part
of the storyline. How uncomfortable I am when people
assume things about me.

     Clear how I must be: loving. Clear that I must be
reminded we all carry baggage, we all are imperfect.
So the kindness I express may just be the answers.

     So pardon me my friend if words stay choked
just know that observant I must remain until the
smiles of joy sit well upon my face and deep in my spirit.

    Ah now I begin a work day. I don't expect surprises
of any sort. I just plan on working, pressing thoughts
upon goals and small bits of hope somewhere a face in
the crowd is memorable with a big cheesy grin.

   One can only hope.