Roaring children

To have peace then roaring rainstorms.  Then children and onto turbulence in finding past.

All rolling together. Tossing and turning the mind seeks answers but fades. Then soul awakes with many part of thought.  Crumbling and quivering in misunderstanding.

Slowly I ease into alertness.  My brain laughs at me. Awake, loud and clear.

Silence and darkness I sit contemplating the depth of sleep I may return to shortly.

To bring past or further oddness out in a raging storm just then I notice I must be at a loss for that of torture inside. 

I must be struggling with something that is too hard to bear. This is when I give thanks for waking up. For being one more day of love and forgiveness.  One more day I research deeper into my relationship with Jehovah.

Alas the mind calms and the rest of me finds the peace.  Then prayer finds my heart. Releasing the tension I have brought into my throat.

Slowly the fight is no longer mine. I find the memories not so important.  Life is soothing. Yet I remain awake.

Laying in darkness but aware of the calm.