Growing Up

Growing Up

Is it night or my imagination? gray seaweed, cotton balls and

red rubberbands are strewn about in the cavity of my mind.

My thinking processes are slowed to dullness, and my thoughts

are wandering through a maze.

They seek for a way to the Light—only to come to a blocked

end where reason must turnabout and find another path.

My actions are as a robot’s: slow and mechanical.

I am a cactus root…

seeking water in the driest desert.

I am a shriveled green leaf…

searching for a ray of Light for photosynthesis,

to make food for my hungry brain to feed upon.

I am a stumbling baby…groping in the dark for a warm, loving

hand to grasp my own, and pull me to my feet after a bad

fall.

I am a stubborn locomotive…trying but failing to return to the

track and continue on the journey of Life.

My mind is now pushing, pulsating, striving to find that one

exit that will lead me back to where I was before

THE ORDEAL!

Is it? no….Yes! a ray of hopeful Light, hazy now, then becoming brighter and more radiant.

I feel a warm hand on my shoulder, slowly turning me around,

then I receive a shock that rips right through me.

I am staring into Care’s clear, blue eyes. Care’s masque slowly

melts away. I smiled for I had found the one exit from this chaotic maze.

It was God.