There was a time

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79601
United States
32° 34' 12.0252" N, 99° 40' 43.2804" W

There was a time when the birds that chirped, and the trees that swayed in the air would  collide
There was a time when my heart was high, as I stood on my bike ready to fly down a hill so steep it spread stained tears down my face from my eyes.
There was a time when a smile wasn't something practiced like an instrument, but used  frequently like a pen
There was a time when my blood listened to me and I thought I could trust and feel it then.
A time when pieces of puzzles were spread apart in a blur of confusion before they were connected as one.
Like the world was glistening and calling me near like the rays of the sun.
A time when innocence was a rippling pebble throughout my body in sync with rhythm. When my eyes were lens -free and the blur of abnormal cancer seemed normal to me.

Oh there was a time...

As the puzzle pieces began to form sections, and the rippling vibrations began to fade
I woke up one day and realized that everything had changed.
My blood was working against me- a new form of cancer had begun.
Glasses were given to me and the visual turmoil that was sprung from these innocent eyes became a lifeless gray.
Life is a box when you feel contained without instructions in the language you speak, and without a constant tutor to listen to the weak-
What else can come out of grief except the color gray
And pointless excuses,
Leading to pointless mistakes
Holding on like glue to the hatred in your heart of miscommunications
And blood that you later discover was poisoned from the start!

Oh there is a time...

When clocks speed by, as tears stream down with hands that try and succeed to catch the tears, and tend to the weeds.
When all the branches remaining from a hurricane fall on a steady house and the mission is determined an impossible task-
A voice from the distance calls out, and at last!
At last! A steady voice that calms the storms has calmed the damage of a steady house so that it could be built stronger.
A mansion is formed.
A small lady cries at the altar.
But how could a force who calms the storm help a nothing like me, she wonders...
And wonders- until she awakens from her gray only to find yellow gifts.
Hurricanes knock down tree branches on steady homes, but God is sovereign over me!
Yes, God is slowly cleansing my blood and breaking my puzzle apart so I can walk on water with my eyes on him.
There was a time, but now that clock has frozen because I am him and he is me.
There was a time, but now time is running behind me.

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