I made it to thirty-nine,
The gift I was most excited to open.
Another year on my journey,
Joy and pain interwoven.
Three-hundred sixty five more sunsets,
I’ve recorded in my heart.
And I know each moment has been a gift,
Even the difficult parts.
So, thank you God for keeping me.
Thank You for Your loving grace.
Thanks for the strength to endure,
Through all the challenges I faced!
Protecting your beauty
As you grow into
Your bloom of perfection
As the fiery sun
A glory to outshine
Your aggressive snares
Aspiring to be seen
To inspire and ignite
In hopeful purpose
In delicate vulnerability
photo: by me
A glass vessel stalks his sanity,
Traps him in a protective shell.
Set adrift upon the ocean of his mind,
No navigation, no sail.
Unsinkable, dry and safe,
Able to rest with ease.
A Bystander in his own waking dream,
This prison is his reprieve.
To loneliness’ torment he’s numb.
He’s lived most of his life alone.
All the world offered him was pain,
This is now his home.
The doctors say the medication will help.
They will pull him back from his isolation.
From the fantasy world in which he dwells,
They don’t understand this IS his liberation.
Time will tell if the glass will break.
If the raging see will recede.
If his vessel of protection is broken,
Will he simply sink?