state of confusion
There are more reasons to fail than prevail,
letting go, yielding to recklessness,
it will wreck you, this hopelessness,
that alluring foul addiction,
this dour inner prediction.
Pace and roam airless rooms called home,
the mirror reflects milky eyes,
into the face of suicide,
are you to be a dupe in death,
is this to be your chosen path?
Then, at last, in the most mundane of tasks,
in the face of a stranger perhaps,
something inside finally snaps,
some kind gesture, a knowing gaze,
thoughts that occur do amaze.
You donít have to submit to it,
there is serenity in winning,
maybe a new beginning,
it was always there before you,
outside, the earth waits for you.
Out there, it all surrounds,
the beauty of peace astounds,
nature in its revelry,
evidence of the Deity.
© C.M. Bailey