Poetic Prose...

I woke up this morning in a fog, too early to grind the coffee that would set it all straight. stumbled through reality today as i watch people who cant seem to match it up. Pieces floating in a crowded room and the mummers of broken hearts almost audible. Sometimes it wells inside me , as i connect with it and it starts in the corners of my eyes. My stomach dipped in lemon draws up inside of me and rolls and knots. I am reduced, as I crowd in close with the tormented, voices in their heads so loud we sit plugging ears in silence. And then there are the isolated…in the corners of the room, folding arms and shutting themselves inside because out here its just so big. I watch as they fight to pull themselves out, scratching and clawing at the sides of their own minds. Looking for anything worth living, grasping at sifting sand as it pulls them down. I’ll stand in today as a conduit, pouring out grace, here in this room. I will seek to right the wrongs and try to make it work. I will go to those places, and crawl with you through the sand. I will fold my arms as we stare at the same landscape. I will walk with you through the darkness till we both find light. I will lean in close to hear the whispers, and remind you of what is real. You are safe, and taken care of…rest in this place. And when the day is over, I will clock out and pray that someone will stand in my place