Vivid views of gray

            So many levels of nerves pulled away from the core.
Oh hold back the screams and the tears for another day.
I close my eyes in hopes the vivid colors fade to black and
white. Tiny variations of gray begin to build up.

            Shh. The careful steps I take to blend into the
wild. Still I am shockingly vibrant. Today just seems to
be one of those muted days and yet I am radiant. How is
that even possible.

             Oh how I echo in the soft whispering wind. Cautioned
by the movements of nature. A whimpering murmur
crosses my pale form and strikes against my rosy lips.

              So quiet I have become. Not feeling alone or
down just solitude requested upon my Father, Jehovah.
Hear the thoughts placed before the eyes. The letters
form sentences that vibrate a grand meaning for anyone
striving to understand me in a solo instance.

            Words, yes so many assault me and yet only a
few will be released in a breath or two. Gently I laugh.
Oh how the ripples of exhales extinguish the necessity
and the want.

          Clarity is so crystallized that just one note will
break into a thousand pieces. Still would you have known
that the tears drained from slate could be so loud?

           Oh how I begin in a journey of forward marching
but current status is submerged in need. Still, you ask
how to help. Even I cannot answer you.

            Here I stand before my Father, Jehovah in the
smallest of voices, begging for help heal the saddness
singing inside my spirit. Just one push. Just one hug. Just
one loving kiss. Yes I will be listening, learning and
applying to all areas in need.

            So here I knock at your door, giving you a moment
to contemplate how to help. Ask Jehovah for he knows
the necessity for this child, this friend, this sister.

            Silently I pace throughout rooms. Onward I step
into the day. Unexpected, blissful would be the sights
of laughter and concern. Yet I don't dare say a word.

           I just allow the tears to fall as my movements
become alert and the mind sends out warning signs.
If I stay quiet long enough with a mundane view someone
will inquire.

             Will it be you?