Busy

Busy Thoughts racing through mind all the time As I grind trying to make a dime and keep it coming in Because when you’re broke it’s no joke The laughter elopes until… a storm of tears form from my eyes. Stay busy writing all the time although it cuts deep it brings a since of peace That can’t be reached by any other means, And in between times down on knees praying for forgiveness, Asking for the strength to bring me from a point of weakness Back to a place of strength, Reveal what is fake and make me the realist. Staying busy…staying true, life isn’t easy I’m living proof. My mind goes through the roof when I’m spilling out my ink of truth, Battles that I’m going through, The time I’m traveling keeps my soul salvaging through all that is worth my time, Wait in line if you carrying only blindness, I may never call your number because my compass is far beyond ignorance To stop and be fed a line of lies from lions. My din isn’t empty, Not all white furniture that no one can enjoy, but a room filled with love and the company of family. Staying busy…word is truth my vision is clear even though I may not have the physical proof…yet! I’m a star from the sky that’s fallen down to make the world appreciate my light, I get busy…I get busy. ©2015 Stephanie Gutierrez