We wander in and out of “it,”
Wondering if “it’s” there or not
feeling lost, shallow, shaken
We ask at times, what is my name?
But when I see you sitting there
Bent over, holding on,
I know that Ggod is here
and we will get some rest
No it is not our mess
We just get to “be” in it
and pray that when the day is done
That we realize we are blessed.
Because without hope
Without bonding or breath
We just walk around like zombies
waiting for the peace of death.
I wrote this for my friend Cat at http://mytravelswithdepression.wordpress.com. My journey in life is made better by seeing “him,” sitting there with his cap on, bent over at the waist, in the blue light.
123 R.V. Forgiveness is an inside job, Permission isn’t!