Snow is falling in mind.
The wet kind with emotions to match.
Puddles of water turn to ice,
finding myself lost in crystal cave.

Chilled to bone my senses feel inundate,
as doubts and fears surround hanging as if icicles.
And trust is evasive like sun blocked by clouds.

I'm in a world off balance
where breath becomes labored
and life is almost a lost prospect.

I lie between two realities.
One where I dream of being free.
One in-prisoned with pain and fears.

I pray before alter
morning , noon, and night
surrounded by crystals
and fragrances of oils
meant to aid.

I pray that all demons within leave
quickly so I can resume life stronger
with purpose to serve mankind.

I pray storm leaves soon,
and ice thaws,
as I hold on with every ounce of my being
and struggle continues.

My only hope is to align
and let go connecting
to Divine Self for relief.

My only hope is to trust and breath deep
to get heat from heart to melt away untruths.

Hope begins to float unlocking my senses
to know I am divinely taken care of
even if I don't understand.

I ask with urgency.
When will I be free inside peace?
Answer comes in sleep time
with
Peace when souls surrendering journey
is fully healed and one
knows all will be well
inside the orchestration
of source.
Inside Gods bed.