Morning dressed in warmth
Sitting here as I wait for the refreshing of some of my clothes I just sigh. The hope that the nerves inside of me cease and the day just falls where it needs to be. The joy that is inside of me burst and forgets all the dreams of the night.
A distant cry echoes within. I let it go. I hold onto the prospect that I will continue to be civil. Congenial where it is necessary. Not cold. I pray not cold.
And yet I cannot promise anything. I can only say it may have possibilities of sarcasm and no smiles. Yet what is expected. I have been holding in so much that it just exploded.
So with that I can only hope I am nice, friendly and yet distant. One can only hope. I can only be me.
Out of trying to explain anything to anyone. Its has a place, here. Not anywhere else. I can't let that do anything but remain positive. I have no need to hate or cause harm when I place words in the air. Jehovah takes them.
I just pray that one day my civil ways becomes where it needs to be. Until then words only fall here.
So the day begins anew. Dressed in warmth and optimism. And to those I ignore. Learn.
A distant cry echoes within. I let it go. I hold onto the prospect that I will continue to be civil. Congenial where it is necessary. Not cold. I pray not cold.
And yet I cannot promise anything. I can only say it may have possibilities of sarcasm and no smiles. Yet what is expected. I have been holding in so much that it just exploded.
So with that I can only hope I am nice, friendly and yet distant. One can only hope. I can only be me.
Out of trying to explain anything to anyone. Its has a place, here. Not anywhere else. I can't let that do anything but remain positive. I have no need to hate or cause harm when I place words in the air. Jehovah takes them.
I just pray that one day my civil ways becomes where it needs to be. Until then words only fall here.
So the day begins anew. Dressed in warmth and optimism. And to those I ignore. Learn.
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