Day To Day

How hard it is to go from day to day,

To have healed from hurt caused from seasons past,

And learned to live a life with no delay,

To then break out from that newly formed cast.

Struggled to bring anyone too close,

I’d rather keep a facade of inner peace,

Paralyzed by the fear that when love’s supposed,

The rug will be pulled from below my knees.

The companionship that lasts until death comes near,

A bond, I’d wished to have with one someday,

But then I wished to no longer shed tears,

By then I felt it had become cliche.

And yet, while I knew that it was insane,

For life, I felt, these thoughts would still remain.

Then came one parent’s stroke,

And later the other’s poverty,

Both shook me until I awoke,

The time for disaster rushed with crumbling brevity.

After the helping hands of godly strangers,

A ramp was built for easier living,

And I heard a calling to leave deceptive self-danger,

To act as one who embodies thanksgiving.

Two years have passed since tragedy pealed the blinders,

Those which kept my mind neurotically picking,

Now I act in fellowship with my brothers and sisters,

Around those with hearts actively serving.

For rather than die by seeing another’s face as my sinner’s mirror,

I live by witnessing the greater one just behind that layer, my deliverer.