All I am trying to do is follow my dreams, my passions, and my fate. But, metaphorical winter storms have unexpectedly frozen my safe and comforting warmth. Frost bite has clasped itself deep into my heart, soul, and spirit. And, I just want to drink, drink, drink!!! I want to take a drink! I want the drink to take a drink then I need for the drink to drink me!!! Why? Because it hurts, and the more I think, the more I sink. I need a safe harbor, a place to smile, a place to be free; but instead, I'm navigating in a danger zone wearing a straight jacket with tight laces of angst and unforgiving bondage. I don't have the power to break free. I am powerless, and I must soon break free, or indeed it will break me. ......Already, as I continue this poetic purge, the fog is clearing. I pray that my prayer lift me, soothe me, and blanket me in warmth and truth.....And, this is my prayer..... the winter of my discontent can only evolve into a content and comfortable spring by looking in the mirror and promptly admitting to my inner most self, what did I do to sabotage my inner most serenity. What is my part? That is growth, and that is what adults do, and that, and only that, can wrap me in warmth. Get off the cross, J.D., we ned the wood:) My prayer is answered, I forgive myself, and right NOW is the first NOW of the rest of my life! The anchor is not me, or you, but HE:) I LOVE my LIFE!! xo, jd
