~ Waiting is Labor Intensive ~

I am
All edges.
Red and black
And jangled, jagged glass
Around the edges
Of my
Aura.

Nerves flare
Fight despair.
Count each breath
And meditate to pass
The patient hand
Of
Time.

Be still.
Open and fill
The empty
Places with calm and now.
Peace replaces
Fear’s blind
Horror.

The spine
Is mine.
To control
Energy’s path, divine.
With world’s stars
Do
Align.

And time…
Well, It passes.
It passes.
As it has, does and will.
Stress doesn’t
Stop
It.

I have
A path
Full of light.
Reflected from the shards
Of unknown
Futures,
Bright.

Rebirth from every adversity, a challenge overcome but not challenging Fate

Bounce back, a super-ball… I keep hitting walls…

So I wait. And wait. And wait…and wait.

~C.L.R. ~ © 2009