Ringing

God’s whisper is louder that Satan’s scream; otherwise, I’d be deaf inside.

“Foreign Land”

for the longest time
I’ve mapped my way around
before leaving the house
thinking the route

I couldn’t do that here
until yesterday

yes! a normal beginning
never realizing
the normal I had
until it was gone

beginning a normal
in
a normal beginning
or far from it

I’m somewhere inside
I can feel it
but I’m still somewhere inside
watching life happen
without living it

no longer a prison
yet a mist
haven’t found my way out
not yet

sometimes wanting
to be alone
sometimes
wanting to scream
sometimes
holding back tears
always looking
for laughter

a reason to laugh
that’s all I need

I wonder if God’ll tell jokes