Experiments

Love holds me.

Surrounds me.

On either sides of my soul.

Comforted, seen, and heard.

Love holds me.

My good friend warned me about playing with broken toys.

I didn’t listen.

I was too busy examining my time-worn scars wondering if I too was cracked in bits and place.

Embarrassed that I wasn’t perfect and overly friendly I paid humbly my dues.

I stand.

I sit.

I pace.

I wait.

I sit on the edge of my mind’s rumblings.

I skip reluctantly in the spaces I miss as I hurry along to connect stories backwards.

I sit. Again.

I wish for pauses.

I have not moved.

Sometimes my mind works against me.

Sometimes it throws itself against the walls of sanity and makes my head hurt.

Sometimes getting quiet is hard and doing anything right is difficult – the firefly I chase at dusk.

But my mind sometimes loves me. Those days are better.