Days like these
Days like this are such a blessing. Even though there is so much pain in the end of the day I still am capable of enjoying the middle pieces.
Tears fall down my eyes. Making trails down my freckled cheeks. I inhale ever so softly. The slightest overpower of lung depth can cause such a turbulence inside my soul.
I exhale. Still incapable of explaining how heavy my skin feels on my bones. How the pinching of nerves in my wrists cause a slight cynical laughter.
Or even the lava flowing down my spine. These things I say no to when I lay down on layers of pillows. Down comforters rally up warmth and cushion as well.
Closing my eyes, I desire so much for the tingling to end. So that sleep can overrun the mind. Sending doors slamming quickly upon the raging thoughts.
Yet all I can do is wipe my tears. Smile and be grateful I had such a grand afternoon.
I am. Yet now even the elbows sting. And I am concentrating on finding a focus. Some place to put the burn to put the pain. The benefits of meditation and having high tolerance of pain.
Yet today, this night I cry because I can't place it anywhere.
My clothes are too heavy, the air conditioner sends artifical cool air to calm the mind and burn. Yet the breeze enhances the burn.
Only thing that helps is hugs, is massages. Genuine love being concerned. Yet I strive to keep smiling.
Like today. I enjoyed the wind, the pool and the views. They helped me forget all that was real.
Seems dumb but it's truth.
And now all I am doing is showing everyone my weaknesses. Yet today, right now, it just doesn't bother me. I need people to know.
And you well thank you.
Now I pray for sleep. Deep, dead like sleep. Only because it will help me heal. So,pray for me, I beg. Because I need strengthened.
Please.
Tears fall down my eyes. Making trails down my freckled cheeks. I inhale ever so softly. The slightest overpower of lung depth can cause such a turbulence inside my soul.
I exhale. Still incapable of explaining how heavy my skin feels on my bones. How the pinching of nerves in my wrists cause a slight cynical laughter.
Or even the lava flowing down my spine. These things I say no to when I lay down on layers of pillows. Down comforters rally up warmth and cushion as well.
Closing my eyes, I desire so much for the tingling to end. So that sleep can overrun the mind. Sending doors slamming quickly upon the raging thoughts.
Yet all I can do is wipe my tears. Smile and be grateful I had such a grand afternoon.
I am. Yet now even the elbows sting. And I am concentrating on finding a focus. Some place to put the burn to put the pain. The benefits of meditation and having high tolerance of pain.
Yet today, this night I cry because I can't place it anywhere.
My clothes are too heavy, the air conditioner sends artifical cool air to calm the mind and burn. Yet the breeze enhances the burn.
Only thing that helps is hugs, is massages. Genuine love being concerned. Yet I strive to keep smiling.
Like today. I enjoyed the wind, the pool and the views. They helped me forget all that was real.
Seems dumb but it's truth.
And now all I am doing is showing everyone my weaknesses. Yet today, right now, it just doesn't bother me. I need people to know.
And you well thank you.
Now I pray for sleep. Deep, dead like sleep. Only because it will help me heal. So,pray for me, I beg. Because I need strengthened.
Please.
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