Middle parts
This day had sorrow and joy. Mostly the joy but the beginning and ending had sorrow. Relaxing at the pool helped my pain eliminate itself and all that was there increased the distraction.
Yet when all is gone the mind has to shift the pain outside. So much of my energy is pushed so I forget. The process of clearing the pressure from the soul is tiring.
So I lay down in hopes to forget but then I get sidetracked from much joy in remembering the day. The middle parts that keep a smile wavering on my face.
Then I talk and ease even more. Then the reality of life hits and I cry. But not from pain nor sorrow just in the excitement of tomorrow.
As though I cannot wait another minute for it to be tomorrow. Yet time and sleep must happen before the light becomes a reality once more.
Clearly then the mind remembers the inching pain. Soon the brain is overwhelmed with the images of lava and flashes of lightning shocking throughout my veins. The nerves can only hold as much as they can before they shut down.
Then indeed shutting out all the noises. I train myself to slowly pick apart the shards of glass raging throughout my soul.
All the while my spirit is still joyous and chipper. So my outlook remains hopeful that this night into the morning eases off everything. Then the enjoyment of the day can settle before me.
The truth of all is that I enjoyed every second I was able to live in today. Even more is the weight of unloading and laughing through the middle parts. Then now I even smile from few memories.
Yet I will not say what but candy in any form is good.
Now I am exhaling and inhaling. Focusing my mind of slower breathing and relaxing further so a morning can be more of that.
Bliss.
Keep hoping for sure.
Not giving up nor in for what I want.
All things are possible if you believe.
Yet when all is gone the mind has to shift the pain outside. So much of my energy is pushed so I forget. The process of clearing the pressure from the soul is tiring.
So I lay down in hopes to forget but then I get sidetracked from much joy in remembering the day. The middle parts that keep a smile wavering on my face.
Then I talk and ease even more. Then the reality of life hits and I cry. But not from pain nor sorrow just in the excitement of tomorrow.
As though I cannot wait another minute for it to be tomorrow. Yet time and sleep must happen before the light becomes a reality once more.
Clearly then the mind remembers the inching pain. Soon the brain is overwhelmed with the images of lava and flashes of lightning shocking throughout my veins. The nerves can only hold as much as they can before they shut down.
Then indeed shutting out all the noises. I train myself to slowly pick apart the shards of glass raging throughout my soul.
All the while my spirit is still joyous and chipper. So my outlook remains hopeful that this night into the morning eases off everything. Then the enjoyment of the day can settle before me.
The truth of all is that I enjoyed every second I was able to live in today. Even more is the weight of unloading and laughing through the middle parts. Then now I even smile from few memories.
Yet I will not say what but candy in any form is good.
Now I am exhaling and inhaling. Focusing my mind of slower breathing and relaxing further so a morning can be more of that.
Bliss.
Keep hoping for sure.
Not giving up nor in for what I want.
All things are possible if you believe.
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