The Bending of the Body

I find myself sore, of late.  My body talks to me by signs of progess and signs of distress.  At this time, I turn a cold ear to this intell.  Willfulness exists in my denial.  I find elation in moments of sound mind.  This cannot happen in the suppression of spirit that is denial.  I am a flower with a bent stem.  No one can see my splendor and glory.  I face the earth instead of the sky.  The message of change is that which my body speaks.  Remaining in the present state will only guarantee more pain.  I am ill in mind and body.  Balance is off and the process to achieve it is off-putting.

Dominoes are falling.  My eating and exercise have strayed.  I have become lethargic and gluttanous in my deepening depression.  I look to the sky and wish for a bolt of lightning from the heavens.  Instead, the stars shine and my eye hits the constant state of Mars.  Little bits of this beauty sink into my blurry inner vision.  It is challenging to see this greatness when I am filled with disgust.  It marrs my progress and fills me with the deafening sound of thunder.  I must trudge through and bring my mind to my breath as my thoughts betray me.

Filling this page I see the warring within me.  I seek to surrender and garner a treaty from both sides.  I will move today as if I walk in the land of Eden.  I will stretch and know that movement will come as my malady eases.  Shame of my position floods into my heart as I seek to unburden it.  This is a time of rising.  Like enduring a wave, I must lay back and let the water carry me.  Relaxing I release the need to be perfect and I grasp the sword of Camelot in my imagination.  Excaliber is my new friend who will cut through the mire to eventually rest in an honored position on my shelf.

Seeking, I tiptoe through the crypt. 
I see death around me, but my eye rests on the illuminating flame on my torch.
I peak at the surroundings and feel the earthy remnants beneath my toes.
I am here of my own volition, but the timing is not the best.
I turn and open the door.
The moon shines upon me and I feel peace.
I am now open to the stars in all their glory.
Breathing in the life of floral displays, I release the thunder in my heart.
Tonight I rest in silence in preparation for a new placid dawn.