Emotional debt;
emotions and depth,
I owe myself the very best
but learning comes with a lesson
I have to pass the test

each day is a blessing
for the breathe it brings,
but in-between
there's always a lesson
that we must learn

Some days blend well
with smiles and songs
and the passion of love
leaving swishing whirlpools inside

Some days settle down
as dregs in a teacup
the bitter dross
sticking to the froth around the edge
and the residue coming to the surface
as if constantly stirred

Some days, the mind’s slits open
and fancies sluice down
like a dam with shutters removed
or like birds fleeing away from a cage

Some days, I feel so alone
stretching me on the rack of pain
then I shut myself from the outside world
like a periwinkle withdrawn to its shell
hoping nothing,
sinking under dead weight
unable to feel if dead or alive

Everyday we're swinging through between time's and mood
but grace is always sufficient
for we know him who has overcome,

Walking on the stormy rivers of the soul,
telling the inspirational wind of the impulse to be still,
burying the impurity of the mind in the firery lake & ascending to the cloudy heavens of the spiritual realm
where the emotions is properly dressed as the rainbow.