Lighted skips

             Sensing the expression of lighted skips I
find myself hoping for the new day. The kind whispers
that pushes me up, pressing my soul deep into the
cold, brisk morning air.

              Yes a bit of love holds me here. Once I was
searching, seeking the answers to blinded thoughts.
Now the mind is calm and cautious.

              Tenderly the handwriting is blurred. Making
way for the hidden shaking mess. Silently I am
grateful for my wake up call.

              Entering the different levels of pain I find
joy and happiness instead of tears and heartache.
Indeed the nerves are frayed by the speech is voiced.
Singing a melody throughout every cell in me.

              A single hope. One that holds me together
one more day. The slow unwinding that gives all a way
to glimpse at me, the real me.

             Oh how wonderful for those brief, precious
minutes. A sad moment when you feel pity or empathy.
Still I am vibrant. So much shine that all eliminates
the real answers of pain.

            Indeed Jehovah helps. Carrying me when
necessary and giving me added strength in my
weakest state. So kind, so loving.