A story, freshened one day

                   The burning of bones. Roasted emotions.
I pray to disappear. So hopeful that a voice is commanded
and yet echoing screams invade. So clear I bounce into
a giant leap. But, but what was the reality, the
necessity needed?

                  So carefully I back away inside my demeaning
tears and yet I still stand tall. Oh the hope helps. The
teeth grind in a silent frustration but my voice never
shakes. The timid vibrations are only viewed by those
who really are paying attention.

                 Despite all I do to fade away, I continue
to shine. Why? Ever so calmly the words I want to say
fall upon a lined prison for all who read, an interpretation.
Still though the coldness inside the breath does not
exhale.

               All I can do is sigh because slowly the
tapestry is unraveling. Just as I thought. Not my place
to grab hold, cling to. Just for me to wait as the
fraying begins so that I can build the woven braids
stronger. Ah the patience I must build, for the severe
experience I have felt before. Once more I am able
endure. Once more I will prove to be capable.

             Ah though, what to do with the tears? Indeed
what to do with them.. Yes just let them fall. Let go.
Allow the trails to be carved into ivory, weathering over
time. Allow the winds to howl, pierce throughout my
temples, deep into my ears and thrashing inside my
neck. Such a simple demand for the moment.

            I just hope that the radiance everyone sees
sticks because having to explain anything will just
torment. Yes, allow Jehovah to press me, his daughter,
for the sobbing and the hurt for soon all become a
lesson. Indeed the separated events slice but I know
I will stand firmly with Jehovah as my foundation.

           One day all those questions I have will be
erased, the hurt will just be a memory and the
trembling will just be a kind dance I have grown to
love.

           Indeed the start has rung, as requested in
unheard actions. The story has a new stack of
parchment and fresh ink to caressing the grooves.
So what will the words say? No longer the concern
because a friendship found once more, somewhere.
Distances built but a gentle truce leads a path.

           So whatever aches in this mind, echoes inside
these tears I pray to find hope in opportunities of
love tomorrow. Yes I do not understand the
staleness but one day the explanation will be formed.
Until then I wait with tears falling in the warm
breeze of life.