Still Storms

What moves you?

The sound of life being resorted,

The breath of heaven in the trees. 

The look of freedom in the eyes of a captive who finds freedom??

What moves you?

The overflowing love He shows that orphan child that man tried to deny love,

The fierce protective force that sweeps away persecutors of His children,

The overwhelming desire to please Him that chokes you??

What moves you? 

How Are You??

I feel it creeping in. The sadness. The depressive feelings. The dysphoric mood. 

I feel it creeping in and it's hard not to let it take over. 

The strength to not break down and cry for a reason I cannot articulate even to myself is becoming more and more difficult to muster. 

The will to fight off the lonely feelings is becoming harder and harder to debate for. 

I should be used to this. That is why they are called episodes, no?? 

But I'm so tired. So very tired and I can't even say why.

Hopefully, I have enough reserve energy to continue pretending. 

Continue pretending so I don't have to think of an appropriate response for 

'how are you??'

Caged Freedom

Land of the free,
yet I am required to fit myself into a box.

"Tick here to fit yourself in this box of colour."
"Circle here to fit yourself in this group's box."

Land of the free,
yet there is no bubble to be me.

Why can't I just be me: My name, hobbies,
where I was born....

Why is me, as I see me, not okay?
Why is me, as defined by you, the correct me?

Land of the free,
but you must take a stand.

Take a stand?
I thought free also meant free not to?

Why is my stand, to not take a stand,
not one of your acceptable choices?

Land of the free,
check here for the freedom criteria.

Overdose

Intoxicating.
Suffocating.
Addicting.
Obsessive.
Consuming.

My drug.
Drowning,
Yet I crave for more.
It sucks me in.

Down.
Deeper.
Lower.
Deeper.
Higher.

My desire.
Yearning,
Yet it eludes me.
The coy mistress.

Love.