A feather
At times like this when the light blurs with the shadow. The mind tries to cross out so many parts.
I lay here trying to get better. Then my mother enters my room, the push to sound better is already rising.
I sigh because she wants to see me smile again. She wants me to be happy instantly.
Then I realize I want that too. Yet I also want sickness and heartache to drop too.
When I started to wake from my dream, of a feather. I recalled my childhood. Before all things started. Before, when I was innocent. Not too many hardships save that of cruelty from my father.
Oh how I dreamed, even then, of being this feather. Free and in the wind.
Oh I rest now.
The wind, the feather were always in my childhood name. One I would pretend to be. Oh how the lines of reality and fantasy blend here. Delirious.
I pray for courage to endure everything. Just at this moment rest and freedom is what I hope for.
Yet my mother demands an excursion outside. Before storms arrive. I know when the rain comes, the heaviness inside will fade. I will feel a bit refreshed.
I still close my eyes, using the feather to sweep out those words said to me yesterday. I don't care to recall anyone's stories. For the details shook me down to the last situation.
Nothing sounds true and yet it does. All the aim was, was to hurt me. The pain and anger was found. So dearly you got to see me in mild anger. Yes mild.
As I watched the feather sweep away these tidbits I had to learn to breathe in the crowded room of dust. So much of me is lost.
Yet Jehovah is holding on tight. Jehovah is ever near those who are broken hearted. This is comfort. This is bliss inside of mass destruction. Yes.
Peace as I focus once more on my healing. The feather is that hope that empties the mind of hate, of disdain, of aching. It cleans the mind and slowly the heart.
I hurt. I was angry. Yet I understand more now than ever so many things seated in hindsight.
Yet I don't focus on them today. Just rest to reduce temperature and sunlight to warm the skin. Only thing I look for is my joy in stepping free and loving nature.
Bliss that Jehovah gives me to heal.
I lay here trying to get better. Then my mother enters my room, the push to sound better is already rising.
I sigh because she wants to see me smile again. She wants me to be happy instantly.
Then I realize I want that too. Yet I also want sickness and heartache to drop too.
When I started to wake from my dream, of a feather. I recalled my childhood. Before all things started. Before, when I was innocent. Not too many hardships save that of cruelty from my father.
Oh how I dreamed, even then, of being this feather. Free and in the wind.
Oh I rest now.
The wind, the feather were always in my childhood name. One I would pretend to be. Oh how the lines of reality and fantasy blend here. Delirious.
I pray for courage to endure everything. Just at this moment rest and freedom is what I hope for.
Yet my mother demands an excursion outside. Before storms arrive. I know when the rain comes, the heaviness inside will fade. I will feel a bit refreshed.
I still close my eyes, using the feather to sweep out those words said to me yesterday. I don't care to recall anyone's stories. For the details shook me down to the last situation.
Nothing sounds true and yet it does. All the aim was, was to hurt me. The pain and anger was found. So dearly you got to see me in mild anger. Yes mild.
As I watched the feather sweep away these tidbits I had to learn to breathe in the crowded room of dust. So much of me is lost.
Yet Jehovah is holding on tight. Jehovah is ever near those who are broken hearted. This is comfort. This is bliss inside of mass destruction. Yes.
Peace as I focus once more on my healing. The feather is that hope that empties the mind of hate, of disdain, of aching. It cleans the mind and slowly the heart.
I hurt. I was angry. Yet I understand more now than ever so many things seated in hindsight.
Yet I don't focus on them today. Just rest to reduce temperature and sunlight to warm the skin. Only thing I look for is my joy in stepping free and loving nature.
Bliss that Jehovah gives me to heal.
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