Wondering To Confront

Churning thoughts like freshly made butter, noticing the darkness clouding every tragedy as they are spread upon bread of intuition. Rapidly conforming to many ideas, allowing a generous amount of butter to cover all of them with comfort from the past. Deserving good memories to fill your mind, taking miseries, pocketing them in a vault of remembering for another day in the future when you are stronger with an inner courage. Waking up alone, dreading the hours you must be awake to struggle with daily moments of turmoil and strife. Life having no heart left to fight iniquities of injustice in this day and age. Wanting to be carried through the day, unable to focus, being lost and forlorn, standing outside a chapel door, wondering if you should go in and confront the devil hiding inside of you.