Times Like These

At times like these, naked except for a bedsheet and hospital socks on my cold, aching feet, I wonder.

What happened to me?

Scratches and scrapes that will soon be stories to share my fame and all it's glory. Yeah, right. Everyone has a story so don't bore me. Stop being so negative ya big nancy and listen. Open your mind and follow along to what I am about to say.

I was in love with life, with a man, with my family, with my job, with myself.

Something went wrong.

I try to scratch my minds eye to see a little bit clearer,
like wiping the steam off the mirror,
to see who that person is standing in front of me
staring back like some distant memory...

I know him, he is myself, and he is alone.

Loneliness seems to be man's best friend. When there is no where else to run to, no one left to fight, when you are all by your self...can anyone relate to a feeling like: "this is the end."

TRUTH...

The truth is ALL WILL BE WELL.

Funny how easy it is to believe one's own lies
and how fast truth makes
everything okay.

Dark Days

Into the darkness
         I did fall
             so far down
                 not even God
                    can hear my call.

                   Still I stand
                    rise and climb
                  with these broken hands
                   one step at a time
                       I climb slowly,
                           towards a distant light.

                                  But something isn't right
                              an inner struggle still fights
                       to hold me down to the ground
                       take me out silently, no sound
                     until I am nothing more
                          than a pile of bones rattling fear lies and doubt.

  I hold on.

                                                                           Truth.

                                                              This moment will pass.
                                                                        Nothing lasts.
 I hold on.
                                                                           Love
I am a good person who cares, is kind to others, and gives love to you and you and you and you

Live.

I am out of the darkness.

Time to live in the light.

PAIN tree

The pain grows deep
as roots from a tree,
down 

down
down into the dirt,
where darkness sleeps. 

If the roots could choose
whether to dig and toil
in that sad soil

Or grow,
up 

up 

up towards the light…
 

Which direction would it go?

or deeper still if you will
see the TRUTH

Truth is in both leaf and root. 

The light, O so beautifully bright
so hard and unforgiving, the dark.

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