Immersing myself in the ordinary tasks of living,
I can’t escape this nagging feeling of loss.
My need for peace has cut me off from the maddening
Think tank that used to spiral around me.
The constant presence of an invisible force holding me
And guiding me is now much more subliminal.
The ghost has gone away. I’m on my own. I know this is for the best.
An independent struggle is the road I’m destined to take, at least for now.
Calling it a struggle might be an exaggeration, especially
Considering the burdens others must carry.
With proper perspective, I can see that the road I’m on
Is relatively smooth, and my faith is still with me.
movingforwardslowly 