The Era of My Life

Ticktock goes my life,

and  I worry in syncopation,

“This?”

“That?”

“Now?”

“When?”

“Here?”

“There?”

“Yes?”

“No?”

The moments turn into hours

and the clock continues on in blissful infinity.

But I question my allotment,

as if I have any control over a period, let alone an eternity.

I rush and rant;

looking forward and then looking back while I miss this moment completely.

And the clock on the wall silently nods.


 

RDS (c) April 20, 2020

My Illness

My malady is a breakdown of spirit

when all that is in me cries out to my God

that I am nothing more than my disability,

nothing less than my recovery.

In my relapse I cry, “Please forgive me!”,

but I know my affliction is a life sentence.

My ailment is humanity.

My convalescence comes only upon my reliance

on the physician of mercy, Jesus Christ.


poetry/photo RDS (c) 10/30/19

Anxiety is an Animal

Anxiety is a creature

with a tail of fire

that twitches in anticipation,

feral in it’s rawness,

wild in it’s relentlessness.

It grieves the heart like a predator;

a mammal of heat

yet cold and frozen through with dread.

Anxiety calls

untamed,

forgotten,

hungry to devour the peace of your soul,

it’s fur ruffled

by sincere concern.

It waits.

It waits.

And no man

without prayer

can tame the beast.


Poetry and photo by RDS (c) 3/1/2020

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