Open doorways

The endless days of wandering have found a deep meaning throughout my thoughts. As much as my eyes are tired thge sleep does not carry me to calm. The motions of the dreams seem to gain fright.

Still I don't allow the fear to cling to my spirit. I shrug it off and send out a prayer. Silently the words begin to cause creased trailways down speckled fairways. Indeed the storm increases in sky blues and they turn to deep gray.

The soft whimpers as the understanding takes further meaning, I step up. Waking and smiling. Just understanding my thoughts are not mine. I must make amends to the hurt that is brewing inside of me. Swallow the pride and admit my weaknesses. Deserving no. Just hoping a wrong is fading.

The cries inside find closed doorways and the sighs exit through vents shutting down. Indeed the ways to free up the soul from dirt. Holding a pyre in hopes the emptiness burns free.

Sadness is here but not for long. The spirit soars and the realization of what has to be, stone carved deep with. Felt to the core as I am thrown into my work. Finding alternatives to all avenues of pain.

No need to echo the concern. Just carry your merry way. I need none of the weights extended nor the knowledge you bring forth in wondering. Oh I am strong. I hold my head high Because I can, I will endure. I am built for that, you see.

My face displays tunnels red but I am still clinging to Jehovah because I must. I know that. The levels of differences there will always be. Least you be. Least you be.

I understand who I am. Yet you inquire if I am alright. Of course. I am still here. I am different yet the same. I will be here. Clinging. Enduring and showing great love and patience. As I am supposed to do.

So not tremble I do, with my eyes soaring inside yesterday's hope. Today's dream. That I move the beat. I am leaning. Learning of the ways I must, I have to because I cannot hurt. Those who surround nor me. Least of all those growing.

Still.

Yes still I hope.