Change Equals Manifestation

I see your heart trade places with the moon and her eclipse.
I sense the beating of your heart within the brilliance of the sun.
Your reflectivity is replaced by an absent dark silence.
There is no fear. There is only sickness, sadness.
 
The days merge into a monotonous depression.
Clouds cover the sky, chilling rain falls cold onto your neck.
You never seem to get a break.
When will the fulgor return?
 
Dampness creeps into your bones, your psyche.
Still there is no fear.
No submission, no completion, no contentment.
You wait patiently to capture that fleeting feeling twice again.
 
Only it never returns.  
It’s madness chases you until you surrender.
Allow that filth to drain from your essence.
Wash the addictive demoralizing scum from yourself.
 
Search the inner sanctity of your heart.
Cleanse your soul with assured comfort, affirming words.
Find the once gratifying comfort from your youth.
If you don’t you will soon be an old man, bitter, beaten, defeated, all by your unwillingness to change. You’re up, choose.
 
Until a man heals himself, he will be toxic to every woman that tries to love him. --unknown