A war of emotions
explodes through my very being
that only the tips of my fingers
know how to convey
at liberty without bounds to its
personal dungeon.
Moods like weather pass
through the tips of my fingers
expressing every undented
quagmire of emotion
that sink deep into the sands
of human anguish.
Cushioned against each other
rapidly the emotions
rush like a gushing waterfall –
get written into a timeless time
forever marked in history,
never to be forgotten.
Freeing my soul of
this sagging weariness
light through the
thick cotton clouds
and hope is seen
in the hollowness of
empty broken trees.
My anchor in God keeps
my boat from tipping over
to crisis point. Peace there is.
Peace comes.
God is only a shout away, and
He’s there, cloaks you with
His everlasting love.
Now I know how to smile.
In a timeless time
of deep raw human emotion.
It is well. All is well.
