Confines of Physical Suit

"I talk to God but the sky is empty."

Sylvia Plath

The rush of energy has subsided, and people and things are now back in rightful places. My belly is experiencing withdrawal from sweets while my mind is numb from overloading sensitivities.  And my heart continues to crack wide open, and I feel desperately lost.  I glance up towards the sky, but no one seems to be at home.

In each moment, I try to stay present bolstered by my inner voice encouraging me to carry on. Increasing the light throughout my body, I expect healing of body, mind, and spirit. I must trust again and rebuild my strength to believe in mankind. Time needs to be given to restoring faith in myself.

I resort to the writings of my early mentors, paying attention to previously underlined wisdom. I utilize my highly sensitive nature and scan across spiritual layers. I align my past with the present in hopes of manifesting a better future. Within the confines of this physical suit, there is a hollowness I am challenged to abide.