It has been some time since I’ve laid in bed and stared at the ceiling fan
To hear the rain and listen…
To have an arm bent under my head and the other rested on my stomach
To look at my toes and marvel at how I still have ten
It has been some time since I’ve laid in bed and stared at the ceiling fan.
In the desert of my soul, I know there is truth.
It may be hard to find, hidden in the sand dunes.
But if the wind that carries my faith is strong,
then the weighted grains of desires will fall,
leaving uncovered, the light that I’ve searched for all my life.
Now that I have it, my ankles shrink slim and free
from the chains of why’s and what is or isn’t meant to be
the clarity is blinding
…Now that I have it, how should I handle this?