Audience of One

                Standing in a room full of hundreds of eyes fixed on me!  I am a dancer, a performer of sorts; I move my body for the crowd’s enjoyment.  Leaping and swirling, jamming and breaking, as graceful as a swan.  They laugh, they cheer for an encore so I give them more.  Moving my body in ways unimaginable I am strong flexible, yet masculine.  In this room I am king, no one can tell me what to do.

                Now I sing for my audience of thousands! With a voice as soft as a psalm, and more beautiful than the song birds of faraway lands I the crowed weeps at the magnificence, and true innocents in my voice.  When I finish they cheer with tears and scream for more.

                “More I say “what more can I give my adoring fans?”” 

                Applause after applause wringing through this beautifully constructed cathedral I’ve called home sense I was a little boy. 

                Something’s out of place, in the crowd someone does not cheer.  There is one rule for my cathedral and that is to cheer for me, and when you don’t cheer you are omitted from the room.  They are cast out like moldy foods that which the homeless care not to eat.

                I regain my composure after the man’s rude actions and begin my third piece.  Reaching into my coat I pull out my Violin.  With the flick of my wrist the music flows like a waterfall into the crowed. 

                Tap, tap, tap!  “stop the noise please” I say and continue playing

                Tap, tap, tap!  I snap from my grand cathedral to find myself back in my room of four white walls, and the steel door in front of me. 

                “Hey keep it down Patient 0025” said the Guard

Let Go Of It All And Give It To God

Today I tried to venture out onto the prayer trail, but I became very afraid and promptly doubled back and sat on the bench outside land.  Why did I do this you ask, because I needed to scream, yell, shout, and holler all my anger and frustration I was feeling.  Everyone needs a good release and that was mine but I passed it up out of fear.   So I started punching the ground instead of screaming, yelling, shouting, and hollering.  Wondering when I’ll decide enough is enough or when I decided to let it all out.

                Oh God, I want to worship you in all that I do and oh how I have my work cut out for me. 

After promptly deciding I’ve taken enough I decided to venture back to my dorm to wright this in hopes of making myself feel better.  My hands hurt but my heart is calm, thank you God.  You gave me exactly what I needed today.

Find your outlet, plug in and release it all as long as it’s a healthy one and you’ll feel better.