I Am

And suddenly, it hit dead center of the abdomen...
What is this,
Always so unexpected and wholesomely,
Discomforting,
As if,
There was energy running through me from somewhere foreign,
Somewhere far from sight,
Far from touch,
And yet it strikes without mercy within.

What has occurred today,
Is merely a precursor
For what is in store.
I am uncertain of how to continue,
If this be my only issue,
I may be content with it.

I don't know how else to explain,
The emotions I feel without my own permission.

I am too closed off to figure out this trick,
I am my own boundary in moments,
Too dismissive at times, I confess.

Finally coming to the conclusion that this is truly who I am.
A vessel for all,
How I may feel a chill run through
Just by merely hearing of an experience.
Astounds and stuns me totally.

This all sounds familiar for a reason.
So that I may acknowledge what I am
And what I am here to do.
Took long enough to discover,
I was not a slave to relapse,
But merely,
A keeper of plagues,
In order to reflect.
A destroyer of dishonesty,
In efforts to eliminate confusion.
Aware and dismayed,
Joyous and timid,
Redistributed at whatever cost.


 

Welcome 5/5/15

Come and share your light,

The radiance is always welcome...

For some reason or another,

Composure is sometimes forced

To ward off the inclination of questioning

From the outsider...

In efforts to,

In most respects, 

Conserve your empathy.

Impulse Insinuates your innate desire to care,

You beautiful human.

But some things are better left secret,

As an attempt to reinforce amends with the self.  

I'll figure it out.

No need for you and I to wallow.

I'd much rather talk about 

How softly the rain fell yesterday...

And the ways your sense of humor 

Makes the moment. 

Worthy,

We are worthy of saving ourselves from worry.