Cutting stones
It matters not what the heart is reaching
for but what the mind is thinking. So much can be
eliminated if only my eyes would shut.
Clarity ringing true into a new day. The tears,
sweat and pain from today forgotten. Oh to hold
onto the prayer.
Sadly the words form. Still I must say before
they fade. So far the second best is, trailing. Ha.
Still the seeming joy vibrates.
Trembling with hope. Ah indeed I am
slow. Indeed so much is inhaled and I have such
a wheezing performance left. Yet I endure.
I overcome the tears. Years have passed and
the turbulence I have been stabled.
Yes again I will be. Ha. I am always
striving to prove that. Whether true or not I like
to be hopeful, positive. I can, if shown it is okay.
So many pieces of me are torn but I still
wave in the wind as though solid. Indeed I endure
more than you see, more than you hear and far
more than you believe.
Yet do you? Though not my place to ask of
your endurance. I may have a different level as
you and visa versa. Still curiosity holds a question.
Still I do not ask I just nod and say I
understand. Giving peace to where it is needed.
Pressing my back against the shards of rugged
stones, I still say no word.
Just as I am supposed to. Just as my
tears echoes, that is in darkness no one hears,
no one is offended by the sight and no one can
bother the raging mind with questions.
Yesterday I could have been kind. Today
I was expecting. Tomorrow I am dreaming. Just all
in the bitter reality that possibilities are still on
cue, that a path of joy can be found.
Ah yes the eyes rain storms. Slates cut
deep but no one reads. The fire softens to embers
yet there is a warmth within coldness.
Indeed a sound is whispered. A hope is
spread. Yes a small wonder is laid and the grandness
of a smile is given.
One opportunity for tomorrow. Though are
you going to grab or watch it wash away?
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