Sunday, every week ….
Music: I couldn’t settle on one thing today so I picked a playlist on Spotify called Brain Food, it says it’s hypnotic electronic.
I’m drowning beneath the fluctuating, undulating, slowly rolling
Crushing weight of this water.
It holds me hostage, tied down by sunlight streaming, reflecting, breaking
Against the seams of who I am.
It strangles me with icy grips, threatening to rip me apart;
Pieces of paper against the downpour, soaked and floating.
Be patient is what they say, what’s meant to be …
May never have been meant for me.
But my mom taught me well,
Patience is a virtue, that’s the story they tell.
So sit with your drowning, collapsing fears.
Hold tight to your scrambling, screaming soul.
After all, patience is a virtue dear
And rescue is never near.
We grasp the daydreams
So that we become the reality.
What’s meant to be speeds overhead
Never realizing, missing, the last bubbling stand.
Sit tight with that patience there.
Help, well help is over there.
Not watching for your drowning hand,
Or your fleeting splashes.
Everything that’s meant to be
Is tied by seaweed,
Held strong to the collapsing floor;
The thin barrier between always there and nothing more.
10 minutes done.