The unlikely ability to find pain in any purpose,
Shallow enough to shun meaning; yet
Deep enough to feel the fire which
lights my steps underneath the solid surface.
At ease in winds of change if strong
enough to equal change.
Can’t enjoy one day without thoughts of
the day at hand, making it easy for
Support systems to disband.
Stirred up pots of dismantled dreams
Where my sinks overflow with doubts.
All smiles without
And without such actions I too would
Be just as weak.
The top where ambition arrives at its peak and fear will climax
So I pray, write, and eat to get through days
And when is done and sentences are said
I too maneuver through waves.
Some calm, some shaking up my
Soul until I tilt and tightrope
On that edge of belief and hopelessness.
And then I pray, write, and eat in order.
Saying grace gracefully before intruders
Can breach this boader.
Fires lit on mantle piece, where peace
Comes into sight then vanishes akong
With my vanity
Carrying the world’s insanity
on my Back;
I close my eyes but in the back
Of my mind their rhythm plays through
the night as I take mental note
Scribble down along blank pages and
Telephone keys, lifelines in hope.
All until my peace ignites
Burning in places where poems are released.
And still I pray, write, and eat.
The world’s entertainment, my peace.