Gabe Redel's Blog: FRYING POTATOES BLOG - Posts Tagged "rise-to-weakness"
Rise to Weakness
Rise to Weakness
by Gabe Redel
In this sleep
there was peace.
It came after a day of focus
and thoughts that had strength.
Enough strength
to hold together
the hope that keeps one from losing his mind
on the broken road
that does not have a home.
Above the bed
on the other side
of the window,
the air was cool.
And in it, as well,
was peace.
A clear night.
Crisp.
As when the ground
is covered in frozen snow
and all the wilderness
is so clean
that the air tastes like ice
and the land
looks like
not one foot has ever touched it.
His rest was at an end.
The air was changing. His head
was changing.
Morning’s rise,
his conscience slowly woke with the light.
Aware he was waking,
weakness strolled toward his mind
and the dreams of his sleep broke
to the nightmares of the lost.
The strength that had been built
from moving toward a better place
was not there.
This morning he woke with weakness.
Hopelessness crushed him
as he came out of his sleep.
Helplessness broke him as he opened his eyes.
No plan.
No structure that he could think of
held him from being crushed.
He forgot that he had hope for what he did not have.
His thoughts drew on agony.
He remembered only that he did not have
what he needed so terribly to save his life
and he believed at this time that he
may never have it.
Change was impossible to him this morning.
Despair.
Sorrow.
Depression caved his heart.
But the day was soon to rise in full
and so was his mind.
He rolled from the sheets
and stepped toward the window
holding the sobs
in his open palms.
The light showed him where he was.
A new day and a call to the future
was still available to him
on this earth.
Strength—from where
he did not understand—
came back and held him upright
in the idea that his future was still a beautiful place.
by Gabe Redel
In this sleep
there was peace.
It came after a day of focus
and thoughts that had strength.
Enough strength
to hold together
the hope that keeps one from losing his mind
on the broken road
that does not have a home.
Above the bed
on the other side
of the window,
the air was cool.
And in it, as well,
was peace.
A clear night.
Crisp.
As when the ground
is covered in frozen snow
and all the wilderness
is so clean
that the air tastes like ice
and the land
looks like
not one foot has ever touched it.
His rest was at an end.
The air was changing. His head
was changing.
Morning’s rise,
his conscience slowly woke with the light.
Aware he was waking,
weakness strolled toward his mind
and the dreams of his sleep broke
to the nightmares of the lost.
The strength that had been built
from moving toward a better place
was not there.
This morning he woke with weakness.
Hopelessness crushed him
as he came out of his sleep.
Helplessness broke him as he opened his eyes.
No plan.
No structure that he could think of
held him from being crushed.
He forgot that he had hope for what he did not have.
His thoughts drew on agony.
He remembered only that he did not have
what he needed so terribly to save his life
and he believed at this time that he
may never have it.
Change was impossible to him this morning.
Despair.
Sorrow.
Depression caved his heart.
But the day was soon to rise in full
and so was his mind.
He rolled from the sheets
and stepped toward the window
holding the sobs
in his open palms.
The light showed him where he was.
A new day and a call to the future
was still available to him
on this earth.
Strength—from where
he did not understand—
came back and held him upright
in the idea that his future was still a beautiful place.
