Rounded by a truce

               My morning routine offically changed.
Funny how the itch to want to just say hi vibrates
throughout. La how I have to eliminate all speeches.

              Rather hard as I continue. Still though I know
I am capable because I walk with my Father, Jehovah.
Even though the bounce doesn't show there is giddiness
involved.

            Today a voice will be heard. From who, I do
not know but I will be listening, observing. That is
all I can do.

           Pfft as I straighten my spine. The quietness
of a moment eats. I need to keep moving because
else I will fall. I cannot allow that.

         So much was allowed. Siblings of laughter.
A sigh I cross over and silence. Getting up. Getting
ready for the day. Going to put back the spiritual
food that seemed gone from the cupboards for a
few days.

      Collapsing isn't allowed. Weakness is but only
to gain strength. Most powerful I am right now. So
scratching is the breath but it is mine, mine alone.
A gift from Jehovah.

     So press and release. Push and prevail.

     Moments are hard but shining will be the baby
blues. Radiance will bounce from copper strands
to the lightness of steps.

    Careful if you stare too long, you may just beg
for a hello.

    Oh Jehovah I am still clinging to you, even more
so the next few years. Just as you have expressed.
Here I am, your daughter.

    Off I go into a tangent about rights and wrongs.
A battle of wills. Only one wins. Become the victor
in a small detail. So here is a wound healing,
changing. Finding my bit of earth.

   Yes a bit of sadness may overcome me when I
want to exclaim a tidbit of excitement, relate good
news. I must refrain.

   So here, enjoy your day. Find peace wherever you
can and do not worry over my well being, because yes,
I know you are.

  Look forward to a day of paradise and speak of the
good news to whoever opens their doors. A silent prayer
I hope for you.

  One day. Some day, I will recall.