LOST & FOUND
Began a day without a need to pray,nice to not feel an inner danger
Facsimile of a failure ventures in from the twilight,moments rest leaves us hoping for the best
Softness still lost in sleeps caress,focus with hope and not to release anger
Patiently peel away layers before they become lost in the abyss,another mornings test
Black is blind,no light still kind, lingering in lamina,slowly unfolding awaiting an answer
Unfolding fear, which way it may steer remains unclear,nights patterns assessed will help align our daily quest
Will we care if caught in the demon's lair ,rethinking if it will become our master
Reality often hardened ,time tested not based on theory,the truth we come to detest
What has it cost to have turned & tossed,maybe to find this time to have avoided disaster
Now relief instead of grief ,life will again allow new growth instead of keeping it suppressed
Game of chance no signal in advance but for now we find relief instead of grief blessed with another moment to enjoy the laughter. R.C.
Honestly with this it can be read as fighting sleep or similar issues,but is more on the lines of the feelings we get trying figure out if we have had a seizure in our sleep, more of my early writings are actually pertaining to this .
It becomes real mind game,sometimes even dreaming the "event" happened when it didn't ,so even a bigger revolving door
But I take it in stride for the most part but "IT" is always with me. Thanks for reading your thoughts are helpful. Rick
