My Space

I have no personal space, in which I can go,
For the spaces is all taken up with others that I know,
At times when I grow weary from all of the activity,
I say a silent prayer, so I won´t defy the law of gravity.

This prayer is not said often, because the truth remains,
Everyone God places in my life is a blessing that reigns,
For the space in which I dwell in is always shared,
For the ones that I love so much, lets me know they care.

Even during my darkest times, I know that I´m a mother,
My children although growing up still needs me like no other,
I have a purpose to fulfill that no one else can fill,
I keep my focus on God´s love for my garden He does till.

My space in where I live in is cozy, yet small,
It´s like trying to use the restroom and then your name they call!
Others often comment on the commotion that takes place,
But I look at them with wonder and a smile on my face.

For even though life can be a battle, and at times hectic too,
I believe we all can be used as vessels that pour out love and truth,
This is not always easy when your body and mind grow dim,
During these episodes of depression verses the manic from within.

The space that I hold tightly to is where my loved ones are,
Everyday I have a purpose to keep them close, not far,
My personal struggle is leaving my safe zone,
For the triggers and red flags occur when I leave my home.

I´m thankful for my life, I desire to be no other,
Even with my challenges God made me a wife and mother,
Even in the moments when flashbacks do occur,
Of nightmares from the past, and all the twisted curves.

Just makes me want to fight harder for one more breath, you see,
For although my space is full, I´d hate alone to be,
Even when my mind conflicts with my hearts desire,
I try each day to fan a spark towards a love that lights a fire.

Joy Thompson
8/23/08