Why did I awake from my coma
In time to feel my greatest pain?
How pathetic to wish back slumber.
The pain shall preach how alive I am.
Nowhere places have set their best lures,
Persuading a perpetual chase after illusion.
Why conjure for emotions of yesterday,
Steeping inside the exact same spell?
From this, inadequacy overwhelms The Present,
The Right Now,
The Very Next Breath,
Even though The Present provides abundant Life.
I was living my dream
At the expense of
Never living my nightmare.
Constantly take heart,
Whether a sad heart
Or a glad heart,
George MacDonald, from C.S. Lewis’ book of select MacDonald quotes:
Grab today’s weather and anchor it to your soul,
The part of yourself that carries a day like this with you always,
Birthed into this weather, there is little wonder why
Cyclical patterns lay waste your emotions, emotions fully worth their risk.