In Every Circumstance

Thankful for this and that, only when I am satisfied.

Bitter. Hard times.

The Lord leads me life-

Thank God. 

Argh

It bubbles up inside of you,
hitting the roof of your head,
it has no where else to leak out to:
Frustration.

Feeling like you have so much you want to say.
You attempt to say it and it ends up spilling out into a mush of pooh.
No one can understand what you are trying to say.
    -So no one cares.

Oh God.
What have you done.
Another awkward situation.
You long for an escape.
So...
you say, "so........"

Feeling stupid, feeling worthless,
without a care in the world.
You put up a front.
Shielding yourself from making friends,
protecting yourself from being vulnerable
pretending to be someone that you are not.

What does that leave you with-
it leaves you with yourself.

People judge you
people come and people go.
They judge you without even really
wanting to get to know you.

The front that you put up is what
people will only get to know.

..

When in actuality, it's the exact opposite
of who you really are.

Frustration.

It builds up inside, leaving a sticky residue
of bitter resentment to yourself.

Reached

Reach until a breach of enlightenment appears.
Extend hands to invisible goal.
Breathe in air around you, filling lungs with new fulfillment.
Muscles stretching, bones cracking.
Satisfaction.

Rubbing Off

Go there-sit.
Sit there-listen.
Feel something-forgive.
Let go-never.
What the-?
Not sorry-sit.
Wait man-listen.
Can not-forgive.
Is it-?