What’s Inside Reminiscent of Manafest’s station Mental entrapments…confusion…doubt…anguish…apprehension…fear…heart wrenching…standing with my back against an unstable wall…thinking that my only course of action is moving forward hand in hand because if I move backward life would be no more… My mental is at war with my emotional Logic is failing…my vision is slowly fading into the backdrop Some way some how this battle has affected my taste buds The sweetness of Love’s juices have become acidulous And the more confused I get the bitterer I become My body…this battle has made me the recipient of malnourishment It’s so weak…so frail But firmly I’m holding on with one hand and I’m feeling myself getting weak in the knees I’m tripping…I’m slipping…on the verge of crumbling Agility has escaped me To be replaced by incapacity My only source of staying focused is reminiscent love *sigh* My equilibrium needs restoring…I’m failing at this balancing act And I know what will keep me steady Once existing in full vision But the mass of clouds and even the slightest wind gust keeps nudging me back If I could just muster up the strength to grab hold with the other If I could just push past the wind and if the sun could dry up the rain clouds I could touch it… The tenderness The boldness Life Peace My balance My mental and emotional would not suffer climatic upheavals If I could stretch a little further. I could just grasp it. Sitting right there. And when this struggle is over…I can bask in Love’s glory…sit at Love’s table…drink from Love’s cup. I can rest my head on Love’s shoulder.