I trade my comfort,
for the comfort of others,
It leaves a sour taste in my mouth,
As I search for what I am lacking,
Humble sounds, that trip me on my way,
I drop upon the soaked earth at the end of each day,
My pockets lined with the crumbs of my dreams.
My hands stained with paint, as I paint my reality.
I stand broken, fragments of me, that shine so brightly,
Creating shadows, over shadowing my insecurities.
Pain radiates through my being,
Reminding me that I am alive,
Living,
Breathing,
Consciously moving,
To ease the burden of my suffering.
I taste the sweet air,
as my chest rises
and falls,
As Everything
turns to dust.
Blinded
I step upon majestic wings
that carry me,
Transform me,
Finally bursting into flames,
As I descend
Deeper and deeper
Into this monumental moment.
Yes I am in pain and yes my thoughts are deep and reflective. When one is stuck in bed, one must seize the opportunity to reflect. To surrender. To see where each moment takes you.
