The Obsessions That Hold Me

The leaves are warmed from a blue necklace dangling high in the tree

So high that no one can see

The golden drops of questions fall to the ground

They lay in the grass of the fallen, where they hold us down

I’m covered in the blanket of sadness

The feelings of misery pull me to the grass

The pieces smother me; the blanket, the gold drops, the grass

They look so inviting; they keep me so warm

I hold tight the feathers,

The feathers, they hold terrors

And yet I can’t let go because I’m afraid

I’m afraid of life without it

But worry not for the door knob holds hope

Will and trust are waiting

They have keys to new life

Kick off the blanket; shake off the gold droplets

Let loose the feathers of terror that keep me there

Find that precious stone that gives love to the lost

I write my own story from here on out

Don’t give money to the fountain of wishes

Instead, give time to the train that will take me

Don’t look down the dark, haunted halls of doubt

Look towards the blooming trees of heaven

The leaves will still be warmed from the blue necklace that dangles high in the tree

Yet it hangs so high that no one can see it but me

They are all still lost