Hourglass

There's a faded line etween reality band time.

Stream of Consciousness | 1.6

A struggle between solitude and longing unfolds, reflecting deep emotional pain and a desire for escape.

And it harm none Mama formed the mission, holding her Bible a glory soaked misfit.

Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.

I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading; I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company.

I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died.

My lids are heavy. My brain churns thoughts. I run for home, spooning with dog. Exhaustion. I am aggressive and stalwart.

Closing the spaces I once shared. Closing the trust I once spared.

Fear is an illusion. I invite these intrusions to include truth, even if it hurts you.

Their presence attracts chaotic relationships, revealing hidden truths and fostering eventual healing amidst emotional turmoil.

Best-selling author, M. Dolon speaks on Sam Fife's Move of God cult.