Disturbed echoes

          Dreaming of a sky distantly soaring, I am.
Carefully treading in through the clouds. Dare I pinch
and pour a storm into any one person's life. Oh no.

        Twirling myself around my room as I sing songs
that steal away the emptiness. Clarity opens and the
tears of disturbance echoes.

       So far the mind is. Believing that the beauty in
the night sky is just for me. No one else can feel the
heart racing, the ears pounding as the silence just
stills the actions.

      Standing tall. Leaning against the railings. I prayed.
I hoped yet the fire is going. The smiles are just mine.
Quietly I laugh inwardly. As though anyone in the world
was really paying attention.

    Now the sighs escape and the exhaustion of the
highlights of an extremely odd day falls all around
me.

     Clearly I have annoyed a few. Clearly I have
stepped on toes. Whatever! Holding back the screams
and kindly remind myself life is just as it is. Jehovah
will help me pick up the pieces.

   One by one the words will slow and I will tire of being
silent and "intruding". Draining the blah from myself.
Carry on because somewhere there is a reason.

   I don't have to know it. Just someone will explain in
time. As for now I just wait, kindly and patiently as
my Father, Jehovah has asked me.

   Walking it all off tomorrow. Hopefully the echoes
of silence will end. If not, well in due time.

  Alas I cannot rush any one person nor can I hurry time.
So here I just breathe.