Bolts and jolts
As magnificent the mid evening hours drew to be the blurs and loopy vision, auras played a role in keeping my stationary.
So I sat myself down. Just in time to experience the twistings in my thighs. Nerves are flashing lightning and stabbing jagged bolts inside my legs.
Realizing the motion of moving too fast if at all was going to be my challenges.
Alas I am sleepy and the chair I am in becomes my bed for a while. No kinks in my neck nor back from sleeping here. Just the prayer of my bed soon.
Yet I drift off to sleep only to be awakened by another pulse charge in my upper legs as well as the new sensation of left and right lower back stabbings.
It's true the graphic expressions only hit the tip of the iceberg. The depth of squeezing my eyes shut and meditating on refocusing outside my soul. This method of pain management is a tried and true for me. I have used this since a child.
As I exhale, I extend legs out to the ottoman. The night finds a way to decorate my mind. My eyes sting with sleep as I woke from a chill.
Blinking back so much just to explore more types of peace. Finding a quiet moment and I just reflect on how good my day became.
Just the simple hope that I can finally gain some momentum and hobble down the hallway. Seems quite silly but at this moment the only thing starving me from sleep are the jolts and rages.
And as I lay motionless I am grateful still for all that I endure. Planning just a few things for the morning. A piece of cake for sure and a large cup of coffee.
As the stinging lingers I am capable of smiling. Now a moment of rest. Just those few seconds that can mean the difference of comfort or joy.
And though as I am now I am released from so many toxins. Finding my mind closing down. All kindness given.
Sleep takes over and I flicker between staying awake and dream land. Now long pauses as the tedious pain fades into a puffy cloud. Making me forget all that is assaulting me.
Truth be welcomed by means of love and kindness. Hold tight. Cherish. Never judge for my shoes are made for me, not you. I endure high levels of pain because I need to.
Thanks to Jehovah.
And now I fall asleep in my golden chair. Finding myself dreaming of odd people. Indeed lessons to behold.
Good night.
So I sat myself down. Just in time to experience the twistings in my thighs. Nerves are flashing lightning and stabbing jagged bolts inside my legs.
Realizing the motion of moving too fast if at all was going to be my challenges.
Alas I am sleepy and the chair I am in becomes my bed for a while. No kinks in my neck nor back from sleeping here. Just the prayer of my bed soon.
Yet I drift off to sleep only to be awakened by another pulse charge in my upper legs as well as the new sensation of left and right lower back stabbings.
It's true the graphic expressions only hit the tip of the iceberg. The depth of squeezing my eyes shut and meditating on refocusing outside my soul. This method of pain management is a tried and true for me. I have used this since a child.
As I exhale, I extend legs out to the ottoman. The night finds a way to decorate my mind. My eyes sting with sleep as I woke from a chill.
Blinking back so much just to explore more types of peace. Finding a quiet moment and I just reflect on how good my day became.
Just the simple hope that I can finally gain some momentum and hobble down the hallway. Seems quite silly but at this moment the only thing starving me from sleep are the jolts and rages.
And as I lay motionless I am grateful still for all that I endure. Planning just a few things for the morning. A piece of cake for sure and a large cup of coffee.
As the stinging lingers I am capable of smiling. Now a moment of rest. Just those few seconds that can mean the difference of comfort or joy.
And though as I am now I am released from so many toxins. Finding my mind closing down. All kindness given.
Sleep takes over and I flicker between staying awake and dream land. Now long pauses as the tedious pain fades into a puffy cloud. Making me forget all that is assaulting me.
Truth be welcomed by means of love and kindness. Hold tight. Cherish. Never judge for my shoes are made for me, not you. I endure high levels of pain because I need to.
Thanks to Jehovah.
And now I fall asleep in my golden chair. Finding myself dreaming of odd people. Indeed lessons to behold.
Good night.
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