…classical waves
…there’s this peace-
this spiritual, out of body peace that’s been surrounding me lately-
that feels the depression approaching and builds a musical forest of classical waves to hide me;
again and again and again-
where hardship and crippling anxiety do not eliminate joy-
and the chipped paint and worn down walls become the home you learn to appreciate “before” asking God for more-
oh i do hope it stays-
oh i do hope it grows-
and when my hiding spot is found and depression has surrounded me;
i pray such peace hides me again,
and again,
and again-
kb