Playgrounds of Clouds,
All parading the Skies today,
A Remembrance of what is Light and Blue,
What is Real.
They ground Me,
these Therapists,
Remind me of my Potential where I cannot,
theres Something in their Work,
that Ease me out of my Discomfort,
these Tunnels of Hurt which span far and wide across,
Across Planes and Dimensions of Time,
A time which never takes a Break,
Nor gets some Off,
A Constant Working into,
God Works onto Me,
Constantly,
Or maybe I’m a Sinner,
Grateful for the Beauty of Creation,
of The Blessings I am Living in,
Always,
Kissed in the Unseen Always,
Even if i’m not Looking,
or Cannot See,
or When I’m Blinded by this Suffering.
Creation is so Beautiful,
yet Often I Forget.
the Darkness comes and sits again,
Stays in my Room all day,
won’t Leave,
Won’t Shift, just Stays with me,
Like a Chaperone,
this Life-eating Death ,
This Death that reeks out my Energy,
Tears me limb by limb into Exhaustion,
And God am I Fighting,
God Am I Trying.
God,
God,
God,
I am Loving, I am Learning,
God am I Listening,
I am Learning to Trust,
I am Trusting,
I am Loving, there is so Much Beauty in Creation.
Yet,
Yet,
Here I am.
At the door of Misery.
I find myself in this Hamster Wheel,
of Permanence,
I try different Doors,
Take different Alleys,
I Trust, I follow All the Signs,
I fail.
I find myself back in Death.