The darkness we can find in the back of our minds
Literally makes us see in a different color
At times, we have no choice and the blackness
engulfs our souls
We start asking ourselves what is this all for?
Nothing makes sense in our confusion of color change
We get tired of 'Living
Once in this state of mind, I swam out into
the ocean without the thought of coming back
If it is not pain that I felt, it was hopelessness
I kept wondering, who would miss me?
The ocean would not take me though..
It spit me back to the shore..
Lying cold and wide awake..shivering in darkness
Then I awoke lying safe in my warm bed
Not in the flesh did I do this, but in my mind
My mood was as black as a cold piece of coal..
When all I wanted to feel was the fire 'red of
a hot simmering coal
Hiding away with my tired mind
Hiding away in flesh from the world around me
What could fix my mind?
Was I broken?
Was I made defective?
Nothing made sense to my weary soul
Living like a zombie...like the walking dead
Nothing could quench my thirst for light
Seeking a magic potion to make me whole
I turned into somewhat of a mad scientist..
Mixing brews and hopeful potions of healing..
Studying formula recipes to create a magic for my soul
A miracle of a sound mind
I said my spell mantras..
Unto the 'Great Physician'
Chanting words not understood
Magical words that revealed unto me
a Potion'
Science, Medical Miracles, Philosophy, and my Mantras:
I turned all of those into a substance that cast out darkness
I spent years mixing and testing my potions on myself
Until one day..I came upon a form..
A small form..one which I put upon my tongue
Then I chanted the spell, to make it potent
My hands arched unto Heaven...
Thankful...for in them..I had held..
A Miracle
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