Brain Pain:The illumination,In advance,You reject,I'm rendered naked, and splayed,Unarmed to your un-welcome intrusion,Arsenal of prophylactics,Beaten and humbled, by your stopover.The thunder is here,No hiding now,It's gone right,Right to the righteous region of the brain.Knees suddenly relevant,I rock, back and forth,Making even a mechanical horsey look dull,Prayers fly from my lips,My mind, my soul.They seem to go unanswered forever,At certain seconds, that I am positive are years...I concede my faith...I am repentant when the thunder subsides.Left only to wonder if the reprieve,Was your handy work?I suppose I'll never know,Unless my faith,I allow to grow!
I know this won't hit home with all as all are not religious but I re-read this from time to time to help me remember how far I've come in dealing. Best to you all!