Unchartered Sets

The following creative entry was written in the confines of a cubicle during break time between a coworker and myself. Food for thought, you do the dishes! Enjoy!

New beginnings…new places…

Fresh Grace…..new faces…

Away from the hustle and bustle of everyday struggles

The walls of the cubicles, closing in like a prison structure…

Please give me muscle

To get past all of the daily tustle

Of endless mindless almost rusted

Baggage of loss grace to the point I cant trust it

Release me I say- its unwanted.

What’s unwanted you may ask?

The tustle of mediocrity

The bustle of creased slacks, collared tee’s

Paperwork that gives you a case of the zzzz’s

Is there an opportunity to advance?

Or have I reached the glass ceiling?

Does the American dream apply to me?

Or is that a fairytale feeling?...

Or a dream that has not been fulfilled yet

a longing to reach uncharted sets

that I just cant seem to touch- yes

I cant stop this feeling that im supposed to be a queen- chess

But I realize now I need others to help achieve it

Solo is no longer the means-correct

I finally mastered the ability to dream, or is this a test?

The end and the beginning should be the knee- pray yes

Prayers moves mountains

Mountains are moved by faith

The size of mustard seed is all that is needed

Perseverance, Hope, and Discipline

Spiritual ingredients deposited into a spiritual cake

Its time to break the chains off of our minds

It’s time to break out of that generationally limited nest

It’s time to spread our wings out as the eagle does

Will you past the test?

I need rest

Time to allow my mind to collect

All this information is here to progress

Yet I still continue to digest

All this fake mess

That surrounds me everday, obsessed

I'm drowning in a life of worthlessness

Please hear my call Lord for substance

He hears the cries of the afflicted

The struggle is not in vain

All things work together

For those who believe in his name

Weeping endures for a night

Yet joy comes in the morning

He’ll exchange our ashes of sorrow

Give us joy instead of mourning

His ways aren’t our ways

His thoughts aren’t our thoughts

His plan is to give us hope and a future

But first we must be taught.

Taught what you may ask?

You can’t tell me this is all on purpose?

The sleepless nights, tear soaked pillows

Screaming inside yet smiling on the surface

Taught to smile through the tears and walk through the fear

Taught to walk on the tightrope of life

Reject the negative and bring the positive near

Taught to reject the idea of a being a public success yet a private mess

Taught to look to the hills, stop dwelling on what WAS and look to..

WHAT'S NEXT!

Written by:

LaShonda Cole & Renate' Bender