Thoughts unfolding one by one
make me want to turn and run.
They slosh and spill out of my head,
and tumble out my ears in bed.
I don't know why they come at me
like torpedoes in the sea,
and crash into my troubled brain,
replete with poison, replete with pain.
I often wonder what I'd do
if life was offered me anew;
would I step up and it allow
or with relief just take a bow?
To see the joy on someone's face,
and feel the touch of heaven's grace...
To open up and share my soul,
and feel myself becoming whole...
It's this I think that tethers me
to life despite it's misery.
The little things that melt my heart
that balance what tears it apart.
And so perhaps what I have learned
in this war where I am churned
is not to run from life away
but accept its grand display.