Lessons learned...
-are blessings earned…
The fear of the being social
has always brought trepidation,
and in my youth I’d be scared
to try new escapades-
Severe anxiety with
apprehensive contemplation
wondering if the dismay
in my heart will escalade.
As I grew older my dread
of certain situations,
just became worse and
I grew more afraid-
I just couldn’t find any
comprehendible alleviation,
but I decided it was time to
make new friends who stayed.
So, one day after church I
took the pastor’s recommendation,
I went up to a nice lady and
a new friend I made-
She was so sweet and welcoming,
what a relieving sensation,
so gradually my social anxiety
began to fade.
Slowly I learned that there is
a moral in this illustration,
a taught message was
predominately displayed-
I now believe that in life socializing
can be a celebration,
and found blessings in lessons...
-in taking off my masquerade.
Lessons in Life Learned
February 12, 2017
How many moons have passed me by?
Waxing, waning and wandering
Marking nights like a silent clock,
Passing timepiece over the sky!
I slumbered in oblivion,
From everything, not just the night.
Content I wandered in my dreams,
Explored mystic halls and chambers,
In them I greeted Kings and Queens,
I privy to all their favours.
I dreamed of love and lust and more,
Every conceivable flavour.
Comprehendible equations,
And fearless daring behaviour!
Alas eventually I wake,
And count the waxing Moons once more,
A concrete world where risks I take,
No longer dreaming as before.
Twist the words into
Something
That represents this
Mess
I make it a daily
Chore
To understand the
Confusing
Stress this all into
Tunes
So I can hear the bent
Notes
I can't help those or
Myself
But I kill to make it
Comprehendible
Above all else I know
Parts
Won't make sense in the
End
Our eyes reflect that certain uncertainty
Between you and me. The never ending
Obsessing over obscurity. Adding,
Subtracting to the mystification of—us.
We are defined with no meaning,
But clearly comprehendible when several
Possible internal interpretations have
Brought an equally equivocal answer to the
Perennial paradox of pleasure and pain, that leads
To a contradictory conundrum of the weary
Wonderment of several potential possibilities
With no deliberate intent to mislead or cause
Ambiguity.
There is a delusional vision inside me
Full of eternal love and mental bliss
Is that vision so un-comprehendible?
For the vision now seems so far wretched
What is it like to live one day completely insanely free?
For I cannot remember the very last time
My disease did not entirely consume me
Control and patience they say;
These remedies seem very far and few
For walk a path of insanity just once
Then you’ll see what it’s like
To walk a mile inside my mental shoes
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