I feel something falling in my soul
I don’t care to give anyone but God victory for those amazing blessings that come my way, day by day
But that search for joy outside of His presence leaves me empty and confused
People cannot fill others with that sense of everlasting joy, yet why do I turn from Him when I seek it?
The heartache I feel is a reminder, a spiritual alarm clock that blazes across heartbeats like blades of ice falling all around me
Finding comfort in worldly pleasures translates into temporary highs
Only to find myself waking up into an open book of emptiness, waiting for me to re-write chapters of my everlasting search for happiness

Looking inward, I find myself looking for that item that dropped, that item falling in my soul
With close introspection, I notice the irony
That the very thing that fell to the bottom of my soul’s well
Was that inner joy, which came with directions that I never bother to read:
“My permanence depends on your reliance on the Word. No worldly pleasure can compare.”

Rewrite your business upon the densest paper imaginable

Re-ask this spiritual unrest what the mathematical equation is to the answer you’ve provided as a solution to worry

And you will find your equation nonexistent.

And very few zero’s can be re-written as 2s or 3s.

Within unperplexed clarity I find myself subsumed in the ponds of peace

And grab nonchalanty for the first pencil that I can find

So that I can clarify for you

The point

Of complete, yet perplexed ramble, found within

This kaledeidoscopic dribble.
So please pause
And re-read
Into my perplexity.

Daily, I exist as a perpetual exception to the rules and stereotypes that plague this society. Daily, I cut through the bullshit that attempts to engulf me into a persona that is not me.

Daily, I overcome and push to greater levels of self in order to embrace theme that I’ve always wanted to become.

Daily, I lose another self – the self you tried to press upon me in order to neatly fit me into the boxes of categorization that you have embraced with all of your heart and soul.

Daily, I gain myself – the self that is worth more than gold to me, and yet never existed and will cease to exist to you, since through your perception, I will always be considered:

 

The Perpetual Exception.