Swirling, twirling madness devours my brain bit by bit. The world a wobbling haze before me, eyes heavy, coveting darkness even
for a moment, needing to surrender for the day. Sweet surrender. A smile
flashes as it is trained to do. The show must go on, until dutifully the day is
done. I am held captive somewhere in here, amidst the coiling, the spinning, this body
that doesn’t seem my own.…yet I will claw my way out, I will return. It will
not have me. Does it not know me? Does it not knoweth my persistence? My will? My faith? I have beaten it once, I will rise again...like Lazarus; I will rise again.
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