I feel like the work it takes me to get through the part I am at in the story is worth putting off at the moment to let my brain heal a bit. Maybe a little prose or poetry would be nice.
Thinking of the times back when
A life of fire and wonderment
Did fill the mind's naivety
Unfettered spirit's future spent
Reflecting on a past I love
The thing which made the undeserved
A conduit of laughter's gleam
The faith in self, unflinching nerve
Send me back into the blind
Into the place I'm satisfied
When each new day reflects a glow
Of songs unsung, unvilified
But now my line is to forgive
The self more lost to unbelief
To fear, to lust, idle pursuits
To my forlorn, unfelt relief
Take the deepest breathing draw
Focus on enlightened call
Leaning to my Savior's reach
He, pulling me I can not fall
Until the day he wants it all
Becoming something afterall
That is all I have for tonight. It is nowhere near the lofty goal I would like but it is not walking backwards either. Maybe a piece of prose is in order next time. Always loved that stuff.
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