lotus.

Psychosomatic static buzzing

Fuzzy feelings continuously pour into Thor’s Well

A turquoise ocean of aquamarine emotions

Treading water in threads of hope

Cuddled in the softness of God’s hand

Standing in wet sand, next to a tide pool of dried blood

The river of patience flows in every direction

Creating streams of time in his vulnerable mind

He knows that he has to work on himself

He blames himself everyday for what happened

He prays to God for strength, he prays for her

We are alive in these words, hope is alive in these poems

His heart floats in the sea of infinite possibilities

Please God, help me focus

Guide me to where I need to be

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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery