Life is amazing, graced with the raising of a beautiful woman

Still I cry every couple hours suffering in my temple I’m burdened

I’m entrapt in my mind and my gripping is slipping

and losing it now. Hope I don’t turn up missing.

My physical pain is chemical imbalance torment

I wish it wasn’t real I’d rather it be a performance

But I know my happiness is dormant

A seed…

Awaiting me to blossom again

From the bottom back to the top of my game

Pain?

We’re probably supposed to have it,

Eventually grasping magic, life’s wonders electric static

I need that spark, and I’m going to get it, no regrets, that’d be pathetic

This is a process beyond depth I can’t fathom or imagine

I’m going to be high rolling again

Unafraid, maintaining with the utmost grace attaining

Attained will be past tense, ill move past is and blast off

FAR beyond.

This.

Nina