I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.
It’s like being stabbed in the heart with a fork.
As the tines retract, blood leaves the body spurting like a fountain.
The life force escapes my body through the painful realization of the truth.
It’s not gonna happen. It will never will. There is no future there.
All that’s left is a lifeless pool of blood on the floor.
Why do I continue to visit the same futile predicament?
I craved affection to caress my essence.
I dared love and failed to receive it.
All I receive is empty nobleness.
As higher the essence of being becomes, so unwinds the mystification between spirit, mind, body and soul. The need to touch, the need to feel, the need to experience the fulfilling warmth of connection becomes diminished. Is all that really true? I feel so defeated.
I look up and reach higher.
I ask the divinity of the universe to quell the noise inside my head.
Please, stop the pain, stop the noise, stop the confusion.
Allow me to rest peacefully again and heal.
Bring to my mind a confident knowing and belief in myself.
Strengthen my heart’s desire to continue to love myself unconditionally.
Bring to my spirit never ending simplicity and growth.
Allow my body to become healed, healthful and nourished.
© 2020 Laurie S Novak