Shoulders heavy with comprehension’s failures
Making bare feet drag through hot rough sands.
High noon beams reality in despair’s dessert
The truth’s blinding light masking its own existence.
The Horizon holds no promises
So I make one to my soul.
“Stop sweating Start replenishing”
I remove the weight from my shoulders and become lighter.
I lay a belt heavy with bricks next to it and feel a cool breeze.
I lay my thinking cap down and feel the earliest rain drops.
They provide pleasant stings on my brow
Each splash more pleasant than the last.
Still ash knuckles houses united fingers.
Good fortune never finds a clinched fist.
To quench my thirst I must open my hands.
To quench my thirst I must open my hands.
Vindictive as they still deal with the pain I answer to.
They mock me, my thirst and they mock the true King.
My tongue swells dry from the taste of dessert sands.
I fight frustration and aggravation but lose to humiliation.
Humility brings me to my knees and lowers my head in prayer.
God speaks and I listen.
My eyes close as the undrinkable rain runs down the back of my head and neck.
Every drop provides calm as he reminds me of the days when we were closer.
Those wicked rides on emotion’s roller coaster.
My suicidal thoughts in those days of despair.
And how I’d forgotten he even was there.
The confusion that smothered lovers, family and friends.
The pain won’t obey because it answers to him.
I submit to his greatness and divine control.
My hands finally open and I drink from his soul.
My pain is gone
My love is strong
I am reborn
I can go on
My pain is gone
My love is strong
I am reborn
I can go on.
Graffiti Bleu.