Emotional suppository given to help you spill out your guts
I got you by the !
Now you’re down in the dumps
Or up in the ruts
My words cut like daggers
So cover your cuts
Get a band aid
Drink some iced tea and pour on the lemonade to reinstate
The fact that you are emotionally covering
Intellectually and mentally quite possibly even psychosomatically smothering
I am the feast of the leaven
Nearly died at age eleven
But now I’m thirty plus five, instead
God has used the wars in my head to help me get out of my bed
I am no longer stuck in a darkened shed
I am now with the almighty mind completely wed
We are in conjunction and in matrimonial sync
And he helped me throw out the demons from my head and in my bed
Including the master bedroom bathroom sink
Now I am a walking humanistic tank
And to HIM is whom I give glory and thank
For He took me out of the grave
As I was nearly six feet in as I sank
And because of that
He has told me
That I should unfold information hidden and suppressed
And so He lyrically had me blessed
Defy gravity in the world of insanity
Hover over the many broken & bruised
Assist the elevation of those helpless and confused
And if I am thrown out, mocked or refused
I must carefully and gently remain enthused
Walk away and recognize that it is their own wick they have defused
So my words will be your suppository
Help you release your hidden story
Ancient pains or problems too horrible and gory
Trust me, they will not bore me
For it is the GOD of the heaven and earth
Who remains my core
He sustains me and keeps my peace in store
And He is always there for me and will be there for you
If you too stumble and fall during the walk in the path of the darkened hall
SkTzO