Panic
Panic
At a young age I was given eyes to see something I could not comprehend.
Given ears to hear things unbelievable. Unimaginable.
Things that exist in movies, futuristic hopeless movies. Where the grim white smiling mask is the bad guy
And he is everywhere.
I was given a sense of smell to take in the aroma of evil that smears itself on our streets, our clothes, and clogs our nostrils with the smell of fear.
Unprecedented fear that stabs my fight or flight response until I come to a grinding halt in my life and try to climb back into myself to escape the hostile external stimuli.
I was given a mind to process the information. My time is warped. My world is flat. Two dimensional and someone else is moving my limbs as I watch from behind myself.
There is a slab of plexiglass between me and the world and I am alone.
Terrified. Violated. Unchanged.
Then I was given a heart to care so much about all of it but I don't know where to start to fix any of it.
Sensory overload in a surreality that mimicks my psuedo- self awareness
and kicks my spirit while I am in the matrix. What can I do?
Ponder. Reflect. Take Action.
Take all of it. Wrap it up in a big ball until it is mush and goo- not sticky
but more like clay. Mash it good into a tight ball of observations, tendons responsibilities and stress. Shaking.
"Up here" says a deep voice. I look up and all I see coming from the clouds is a huge hand. " Give it to me. This was not meant for you now."
I hand it up and it is gone
" Now Son, breathe"
" Do you feel the breathe I gave you? Its to remind you that I am right here
Always with your every thought, every step, every breath."
Then I was given a soul to trust in God and know when to let it all go and just live as His creation, Forever.
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