It is grand to hit rock bottom sometime,
It is a good lesson to reach it once in a while so that one can give thanka.for what one still retains
The extreme through which the fear, that fear
Submerged is when the opinion is an ever growing sphere of increasing diameter encapsulating the fear, of having to move,
Away from the center,
When that mo e becomes what one ought to do
One ought to move,
And once there from here there
Then,
One ,then the other can begin to love them,
For they dear.dear fear likewise, the losses, the shame of pretence, the quietly resigned.
Move notches up and down, never really there because the center moves if you dont, but the quiet remains in the form of resided thoroughfare, and you glad one of these days you still.
Can pray again, the price is steep unexpectedly, immeasurably,
But pay, joyfully, pray bereft of the calamity of that crossing you must do now.
Quiet for others if not form you, the periphery knows, the journey
Inward, delicately.
It is as if. It escapes go through the separating angst, and the passage with hope to best those.
You’re just angry birch, hanging loosely through the azure of yesteryear when, and now forced to flagallate the obvious for that is a new romantic motion.
Hasten it, into the vivid pressure cooker of many a lost day,
Filled with anger and hate and loss, be coming motionless for nanosecond.of you just remembered its beauty overwhelms even the most astute, that into this loss your image will grind as did the son risen.
And now work it shake it, so that none you will feel rejected through the abdominality of its abhorrent magnificence.
Hate that you love that hate,
That you always knew, to be the best friend of the darkness
Devastated and rejected archangel nonstop straws grasp,
Let it go, learn to answer it well in it.not dwell, .there is the way regardless never lost, and it gently settles on your shoulder as a whisp of a feathered friend.
Quiet, all a round now.