Search and Rescue

Finding my fight again
Withdrawals from prone relapse
Is this more than an act or am I just killing time with words
Fleeting temptations flock in the murder of these crows
Resistance is not futile if we can outlast the birds
As thoughts fly by unnoticed
For all the things that no one knows

Harbor to these lies that size us up
Can our hearts break the mold of the cut we’ve been shoved into
Like a diamond lost for worth waiting to be excavated
Taking shape into something new

Jewelers authentication
Like gold refined by the fires purification
Take out the flaws in the process of learning to see
Refracting lights within this prism of a refreshed sense of identity

Gravity consumes
Prone natures at war with the desire for reform
Searching for the calm
The peace to release me from this inner storm

Turbulence
I’ve not prayed to the point of bleeding
All the right words to inspire faith
Am I dead or alive
Flatlines seem to say, my hearts not beating

Going through the motions
Inhale exhale, but the breath becomes a fog
Acting versus actions
Dispositions of inconsistency in my behavior
Search and rescue
Lost for all the ways that I’ve been found
As I teeter between my twisted ways and the tugs of an unseen Savior…