The weather was like a child tossing and turning, neither finding it comfortable to be sunny side up or face down all dark, so it ended up shifting side to side, between the shades of grey and the rays of sun.
It wasn’t overcast, neither was it clear blue skies. It was a promise of hope. Something to depend on outside myself to help me look forward.
Still I felt crushed. Why raise my hope when it is left vulnerable to disappointment? It is like a bright sunny day giving the opportunity to play, but you can only watch, almost touching, almost feeling but never actually there.
Shall I pray for Grace, or for God to take me out of this place? Shall I pray for an escape out of this chaotic mess, asked to be raised for me to bless?
Now, the rain came down, hard and fast and I too shifted; I do not know what I want. A cloudy rainy day to drown all my sorrows or a sunny day with hope in its rays to dry my disappointments.
I need to get home
and let pen connect to paper,
words connect to sentences
and melodies connect to songs.
Is it wrong to ask for space that will not put you in disgrace?
Space from poverty all dressed up in whites and fancy lace with
When did satisfaction and contentment equal lazy,
Simply watching life and dreams get hazy?
I no longer know what I want, pretending life is rosy and daisy.
The perfect disguise for a life with no surprise.
The world held my case, all rise, found me guilty, all rise, the case is lost.
But I’m not a lost cause, this road is not a shortcut,
My case has been handed to a higher court with a right hand clause.
Now caught between two whole,
Not making it heaven, nor stopping it from being hell.
Best pick, lest the road be filled with holes.
O.T.O
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