Anxious

the stage between having to let go and take on the new, to take the next step of faith, scared and unsure, but only because of false doubt, the snake eating away at the Hope we have through grace, that seems to disappear when we loose sight of the promise we so blindly hold.

Body aching

Ming capacitating

Thoughts racing

Spirit illuminating

 

                All the demons wanting a cut

                To steal the joy

                Break into my gut

 

Cells dividing

Eyes drying

Breath disappearing

Tongue battling

 

                To let feelings create words

                To let dreams take shape

                To let reality exist

 

Ideas floating

Goals climbing

Affliction increasing

Hope reminiscing

 

                Over peace lost and found

                Heart strings due to be bound

                Love scratching at the ground

 

Songs dying

Poems crying

Letters flying

Messages deciding

 

                Our fate out state

                Auto correct a common sect

                Face crack front and back

 

Pencil hovering

Paper crumpling

Sentences braking

Meaning dozing

 

                In shells of empty bodies

                Without value or a color hue

                To brighten the essence of life

 

The End

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