Meditation

Suspending all my judgment now, I seek my breath for weightless inhalation has become a fight and to exhale, release, I fear will bring the death of fortitude and all my demons reunite. With failures both of logic and of circumstance extinguishing the flames of hope within my soul, I hasten now to try to halt the swift advance of darkness and reclaim the faith my weakness stole. I can find no more clarity in every day without the freedom from the haunting of the past where truth and virtue vanished in the disarray of the uncertainty and bitterness amassed. I breathe in love yet seek the distance from its will to answer this, and pray the mind at last be still.